Gratitude, In Itself, Is Heaven.

In Seed Time Learn, In Harvest Teach, In Winter Enjoy.

Do What You Will This Life's A Fiction, And Is Made Up Of Contradiction.

Man Has No Body Distinct From His Soul; For That Called Body Is A Portion Of Soul Discerned By The Five Senses, The Chief Inlets Of Soul In This Age.

Joy And Woe Are Woven Fine.

Expect Poison From The Standing Water.