We Are All Like The Bright Moon,

I Would Not Exchange The Laughter Of My Heart For The Fortunes Of The Multitudes.

He Alone Is Great Who Turns The Voice Of The Wind Into A Song Made Sweeter By His Own Loving.

Your Body Is The Harp Of Your Soul And It Is Yours To Bring Forth Sweet Music From It Or Confused Sounds.

For The Criminal Who Is Weak And Poor The Narrow Cell Of Death Awaits; But Honor And Glory Await The Rich Who Conceal Their Crimes Behind Their Gold And Silver And Inherited Glory.

The Earth Is Like A Beautiful Bride Who Needs No Manmade Jewels To Heighten Her Loveliness.