The Season Of Love Is The Carnival

The Most Dire Disaster In Love Is The Death Of Imagination.

A Human Act Once Set In Motion Flows On Forever To The Great Account. Our Deathlessness Is In What We Do, Not In What We Are.

Earth, The Mother Of All, Moves On Her Stedfast Way, Gathering, Flinging, Sowing. Mortals, We Live In Her Day, She In Her Children Is Growing.

Woman's Reason Is In The Milk Of Her Breasts.

Always Imitate The Behaviour Of The Winners When You Lose.