What Greater Grief Than The Loss Of

He Is Life's Liberating Force. He Is Release Of Limbs And Communion Through Dance. He Is Laughter, And Music In Flutes. He Is Repose From All Cares -- He Is Sleep! When His Blood Bursts From The Grape And Flows Across Tables Laid In His Honor To Fuse With Our Blood, He Gently, Gradually, Wraps Us In Shadows Of Ivy-cool Sleep.

If We Could Be Twice Young And Twice Old We Could Correct All Our Mistakes.

Time Will Bring Healing.

A Woman Should Always Stand By A Woman.

Had I Succeeded Well, I Had Been Reckoned Amongst The Wise; Our Minds Are So Disposed To Judge From The Event.