You Pray In Your Distress And In

Strange That Creatures Without Backbones Have The Hardest Shells.

Listen To The Women When She Looks At You, Not When She Talks To You.

I Purified My Lips With Sacred Fire That I Might Speak Of Love, But When I Opened My Mouth To Speak, I Found Myself Mute.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

Give Your Hearts, But Not Into Each Other's Keeping. For Only The Hand Of Life Can Contain Your Hearts. And Stand Together Yet Not Too Near Together: For The Pillars Of The Temple Stand Apart, And The Oak Tree And The Cypress Grow Not In Each Other's Shadow.