Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The

Marriage Is The Union Of Two Divinities That A Third Might Be Born On Earth. It Is The Union Of Two Souls In A Strong Love For The Abolishment Of Separateness. It Is That Higher Unity Which Fuses The Separate Unities Within The Two Spirits. It Is The Golden Ring In A Chain Whose Beginning Is A Glance, And Whose Ending Is Eternity. It Is The Pure Rain That Falls From An Unblemished Sky To Fructify And Bless The Fields Of Divine Nature.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

But You Who Walk Facing The Sun, What Images Drawn On The Earth Can Hold You? You Who Travel With The Wind, What Weathervane Shall Direct Your Course? What Man's Law Shall Bind You If You Break Your Yoke But Upon No Man's Prison Door? What Laws Shall You Fear If You Dance But Stumble Against No Man's Iron Chains? And Who Is He That Shall Bring You To Judgment If You Tear Off Your Garment Yet Leave It In No Man's Path? People Of Orphalese, You Can Muffle The Drum, And You Can Loosen The Strings Of The Lyre, But Who Shall Command The Skylark Not To Sing?

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

In The Mouth Of Society Are Many Diseased Teeth, Decayed To The Bones Of The Jaws. But Society Makes No Effort To Have Them Extracted And Be Rid Of The Affliction. It Contents Itself With Gold Fillings.