And If You Are A Rose, I

You’re A Song, A Wished-for Song.

Bitter Your Acts, Bitter Am I, Kindness Your Deeds, Kindness Am I, Pleasant And Gentle, So You Are, Fine Honeyed Lips And Sweet Talker.

If Reason Dominates In Man, He Rises Higher Than Angels. If Lust Overpowers Man, He Descends Lower Than The Beast.

We Carry Inside Us The Wonders We Seek Outside Us.

Intelligence Is The Shadow Of Objective Truth. How Can The Shadow Vie With Sunshine?