Colors Are Light's Suffering And Joy

One Man's Word Is No Man's Word; We Should Quietly Hear Both Sides.

He Alone Deserves Liberty And Life Who Daily Must Win Them Anew.

The Flowers Of Life Are But Illusions. How Many Fade Away And Leave No Trace.

He Who Does Not Stretch Himself According To The Coverlet Finds His Feet Uncovered.

Everything Is Simpler Than One Can Imagine, And Yet Complicated And Inter-twined Beyond Comprehension.