Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul.

Those Doing Soul Work, Who Want The Searing Truth More Than Solace Or Applause, Know Each Other Right Away. Those Who Want Something Else Turn And Take A Seat In Another Room. Soul-makers Find Each Other’s Company.

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

Who Could Be So Lucky? Who Comes To A Lake For Water And Sees The Reflection Of Moon.

People Who Repress Desires Often Turn, Suddenly, Into Hypocrites.