The Soul Has Illusions As The Bird

Death Belongs To God Alone; By What Right Do Men Touch That Unknown Thing?

God Whose Gifts In Gracious Flood Unto All Who Seek Are Sent, Only Asks You To Be Good And Is Content.

A Man Without A Woman Is Like A Pistol Without A Trigger; It Is The Woman Who Makes The Man Go Off.

Too Much Improvisation Leaves The Mind Stupidly Void.

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.