Wit Is Often A Mask. If You

Your Body Is The Harp Of The Soul.

All That Spirits Desire, Spirits Attain.

Love Prides Itself Not Only In The One Who Loves, But Also In The Beloved.

He Who Defines His Conduct By Ethics Imprisons His Song-bird In A Cage.

I Am One Of Those Who Believe That Spiritual Progress Is A Rule Of Human Life, But The Approach To Perfection Is Slow And Painful. If A Woman Elevates Herself In One Respect And Is Retarded In Another, It Is Because The Rough Trail That Leads To The Mountain Peak Is Not Free Of Ambushes Of Thieves And Lairs Of Wolves.