A Secret Freedom Opens Through A Crevice

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.

There Is A Basket Of Fresh Bread On Your Head, Yet You Go Door To Door Asking For Crusts.

The Light Which Shines In The Eye Is Really The Light Of The Heart.

May This Marriage Be Full Of Laughter, Our Every Day In Paradise.

The Garden Of The World Has No Limits Except In Your Mind. Its Presence Is More Beautiful Than The Stars With More Clarity Than The Polished Mirror Of Your Heart.