Who Knows But Life Be That Which

Women Don't Like Violence, But When Their Husbands Desert Them, That Is Different.

Happy The Man Whose Lot It Is To Know The Secrets Of The Earth. He Hastens Not To Work His Fellows Hurt By Unjust Deeds, But With Rapt Admiration Contemplates Immortal Nature's Ageless Harmony, And How And When The Order Came To Be.

Those Who Are Held Wise Among Men And Who Search The Reasons Of Things, Are Those Who Bring The Most Sorrow On Themselves.

It Was My Tongue That Swore; My Heart Is Unsworn.

The Variety Of All Things Forms A Pleasure.