Blood Is A Very Special Juice.

I Wait For The Morning Of My Tears

Difficulties Increase The Nearer We Get To The Goal.

I Love Those Who Yearn For The Impossible.

As Soon As Any One Belongs To A Narrow Creed In Science, Every Unprejudiced And True Perception Is Gone.

In The End We Are All Separate: Our Stories, No Matter How Similar, Come To A Fork And Diverge. We Are Drawn To Each Other Because Of Our Similarities, But It Is Our Differences We Must Learn To Respect.