Real Beauty Is My Aim.

It Was Our Love Of Foreign Cloth That Ousted The Wheel From Its Position Of Dignity.

The Enlightened One Has Told You In Never-to-be-forgotten Words That This Little Span Of Life Is But A Passing Shadow, A Fleeting Thing.

We Become Godlike To The Extent We Realize Nonviolence, But We Can Never Become Wholly God.

For The Courage Of Self-sacrifice, Woman Is Any Time Superior To Man, As I Believe Man Is To Woman For The Courage Of The Brute.

Even A Little Untruth Destroys A Man, As A Drop Of Poison Ruins Milk.