He Who Binds To Himself A Joy

The Spirits Of The Air Live On The Smells Of Fruit; And Joy, With Pinions Light, Roves Round The Gardens, Or Sits Singing In The Trees.

I Am In You And You In Me, Mutual In Divine Love.

Without Contraries There Is No Progression.

The Modest Rose Puts Forth A Thorn,the Humble Sheep A Threat'ning Horn:while The Lily White Shall In Love Delight,nor A Thorn Nor A Threat Stain Her Beauty Bright.

General Knowledges Are Those Knowledges That Idiots Possess.