He Though Does Not Always Have Faith.

In A Forest Of A Hundred Thousand Trees, No Two Leaves Are Alike. And No Two Journeys Along The Same Path Are Alike.

We Who Determine How Quickly Time Passes.

Hell Is When We Look Back During That Fraction Of A Second And Know That We Wasted An Opportunity To Dignify The Miracle Of Life. Paradise Is Being Able To Say At That Moment: “i Made Some Mistakes, But I Wasn’t A Coward. I Lived My Life And Did What I Had To Do.

The Third Indication That Our Dreams Are Dead Is Peace.

I Need To Write About Love. I Need To Think And Think And Write About Love-otherwise, My Soul Won’t Survive.