Thou Art A Woman, And That Is

Ask Not Of Me, Love, What Is Love? Ask What Is Good Of God Above; Ask Of The Great Sun What Is Light; Ask What Is Darkness Of The Night; Ask Sin Of What May Be Forgiven; Ask What Is Happiness Of Heaven; Ask What Is Folly Of The Crowd; Ask What Is Fashion Of The Shroud; Ask What Is Sweetness Of Thy Kiss; Ask Of Thyself What Beauty Is.

Poets Are All Who Love, Who Feel Great Truths, And Tell Them; And The Truth Of Truths Is Love.

The First And Worst Of All Frauds Is To Cheat One's Self.

Youth Might Be Wise; We Suffer Less From Pains Than Pleasures.

Night Brings Out Stars As Sorrow Shows Us Truths.