Love Is Trembling Happiness.

Reason Is Not Like The Goods Sold In The Market Places--the More Plentiful They Are, The Less They Are Worth. Reason's Worth Waxes With Her Abundance. But Were She Sold In The Market, It Is Only The Wise Man Who Would Understand Her True Value.

Verily All Things Move Within Your Being In Constant Half Embrace, The Desired And The Dreaded, The Repugnant And The Cherished, The Pursued And That Which You Would Escape.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

What Is Fear Of Need But Need Itself?

Yesterday Is But Today's Memory, And Tomorrow Is Today's Dream.