A Warm, Rainy Day-this Is How It

Suffering Is A Gift; In Its Hidden Mercy

Do You Know What You Are? You Are A Manuscript Oƒ A Divine Letter. You Are A Mirror Reflecting A Noble Face. This Universe Is Not Outside Of You. Look Inside Yourself; Everything That You Want, You Are Already That.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You.

Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Sorrows Are The Rags Of Old Clothes And Jackets That Serve To Cover, And Then Are Taken Off. That Undressing, And The Beautiful Naked Body Underneath, Is The Sweetness That Comes After Grief.