You See But Your Shadow When You

Give And Take... For To The Bee A Flower Is A Fountain If Life And To The Flower A Bee Is A Messenger Of Love And To Both, Bee And Flower, The Giving And The Receiving Is A Need And An Ecstasy.

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

When You Are Sorrowful, Look Again.

Wit Is Often A Mask. If You Tear It You Will Find Either Genius Irritated Or Cleverness Juggling.