A Shy Failure Is Nobler Than An

Love Provided Me With A Tongue And Tears.

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

The Soul Unfolds Itself, Like A Lotus Of Countless Petals.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

My God, My Aim And My Fulfillment; I Am Thy Yesterday And Thou Are My Tomorrow. I Am They Root In The Earth And Thou Art My Flower In The Sky, And Together We Grow Before The Face Of The Sun.