I Existed From All Eternity And, Behold,

Death Changes Nothing But The Mask That Covers Our Faces.

Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart And Give Thanks For Another Day Of Loving.

Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.

My Loneliness Was Born When Men Praised My Talkative Faults And Blamed My Silent Virtues.

Knowledge Of The Self Is The Mother Of All Knowledge. So It Is Incumbent On Me To Know My Self, To Know It Completely, To Know Its Minutiae, Its Characteristics, Its Subtleties, And Its Very Atoms.