How Dark Are All The Ways Of

I Care For Riches, To Make Gifts.

Oh, What A Power Is Motherhood, Possessing A Potent Spell. Love, Light, Blessings

To The Ignorant, Even The Words Of Wise Seem Foolishness.

Necessity Is Harsh. Fate Has No Reprieve.

It Is Better That We Live Ever So Miserably Than Die In Glory.