What a dusty answer gets the soul When hot for certainties in this our life!
The season of love is the carnival of egoism and it brings a touchstone to our natures.
The stench of the trail of Ego in our History. It is ego - ego, the fountain cry, origin, sole source of war.
There is nothing the body suffers which the soul may not profit by.
Prepare, You lovers, to know Love a thing of moods: Not like hard life, of laws.
God's rarest blessing is, after all, a good woman!