If You Don't Try To Fly And

The Sweetness And Delights Of The Resting-place Are In Proportion To The Pain Endured On The Journey. Only When You Suffer The Pangs And Tribulations Of Exile Will You Truly Enjoy Your Homecoming.

Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

We Rarely Hear The Inward Music, But We're All Dancing To It Nevertheless.

Once You Conquer Your Selfish Self, All Your Darkness Will Change To Light.

I Said, “i Just Want To Know You And Then Disappear.” She Said, “knowing Me Does Not Mean Dying.