If I Can Only Recount The Story

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

Listen With Ears Of Tolerance! See Through The Eyes Of Compassion! Speak With The Language Of Love

Now I Am Sober And There's Only The Hangover And The Memory Of Love.

If Your Thought Is A Rose, You Are A Rose Garden; And If It Is A Thistle, You Are Fuel For The Fire.

Where You Are, Whatever Your Condition Is; Always Try To Be A Lover.