Listen To The Fool's Reproach! It Is

Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because Theirs Is Weak Enough To Be Restrained.

I Cry, Love! Love! Love! Happy Happy Love! Free As The Mountain Wind!

He Who Has Few Things To Desire Cannot Have Many To Fear.

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.