Marriage Is Like A Temple Resting On

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

And Some Of Your Elders Remember Pleasures With Regret Like Wrongs Committed In Drunkenness. But Regret Is The Beclouding Of The Mind And Not Its Chastisement. They Should Remember Their Pleasures With Gratitude, As They Would The Harvest Of A Summer.

Let Your Home Be You Mast And Not Your Anchor.

If In The Twilight Of Memory We Should Meet Once More,we Shall Speak Again Together And You Shall Sing To Me A Deeper Song. And If Our Hands Should Meet In Another Dream We Shall Build Another Tower In The Sky.