Your House Is Your Larger

A Little While, A Moment Of Rest Upon The Wind, And Another Woman Shall Bear Me.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.

Joy And Sorrow Are Inseparable. . . Together They Come And When One Sits Alone With You . . Remember That The Other Is Asleep Upon Your Bed.

Words Are Timeless. You Should Utter Them Or Write Them With A Knowledge Of Their Timelessness.

There Are Those Who Give With Joy, And That Joy Is Their Reward.