People Who Repress Desires Often Turn, Suddenly,

I Am Not This Hair, I Am Not This Skin, I Am The Soul That Lives Within.

We Alchemists Look For Talent That Can Heat Up And Change. Lukewarm Won't Do. Halfhearted Holding Back, Well-enough Getting By? Not Here.

Where There Is Ruin, There Is Hope For A Treasure.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Remember, The Entrance Door To The Sanctuary Is Inside You.