That Deed Which In Our

You, The Strong, Have I Loved, Though The Marks Of Your Iron Hoofs Are Yet Upon My Flesh.

Love Has The Power That Dispels Death; Charm That Conquers The Enemy.

...unless The Exchange Be In Love And Kindly Justice, It Will But Lead Some To Greed And Others To Hunger.

Where Is The Justice Of Political Power If It Executes The Murderer And Jails The Plunderer, And Then Itself Marches Upon Neighboring Lands, Killing Thousands And Pillaging The Very Hills?

Beauty Is Not A Need But An Ecstasy. It Is Not A Mouth Thirsting Nor An Empty Hand Stretched Forth, But Rather A Heart Enflamed And A Soul Enchanted.