I Sit Between My Brother The Mountain

Love Possesses Not Nor Will It Be Possessed, For Love Is Sufficient Unto Love.

A Woman Whom Providence Has Provided With Beauty Of Spirit And Body Is A Truth, At The Same Time Both Open And Secret, Which We Can Understand Only By Love, And Touch Only By Virtue.

You Would Measure Time The Measureless And The Immeasurable. You Would Adjust Your Conduct And Even Direct The Course Of Your Spirit According To Hours And Seasons. Of Time You Would Make A Stream Upon Whose Bank You Would Sit And Watch Its Flowing.

If It's A Despot You Would Dethrone, See First That His Throne Erected Within You Is Destroyed.

To Barter And Lose Is Better Than Not To Go Forth.