Whoever Yields Properly To Fate,

Forgive, Son; Men Are Men; They Needs Must Err.

The Way Of God Is Complex, He Is Hard For Us To Predict. He Moves The Pieces And They Come Somehow Into A Kind Of Order.

Old Men's Prayers For Death Are Lying Prayers, In Which They Abuse Old Age And Long Extent Of Life. But When Death Draws Near, Not One Is Willing To Die, And Age No Longer Is A Burden To Them.

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

Love Distills Desire Upon The Eyes, Love Brings Bewitching Grace Into The Heart.