It Is Easy To Be A Hater.

We Can See The Divine In Each Speck Of Dust, But That Doesn't Stop Us From Wiping It Away With A Wet Sponge. The Divine Doesn't Disappear; It's Transformed Into The Clean Surface.

When We're Focused On What We Want, Things Begin To Slot Perfectly Into Place.

May My Tears Run Just As Far, That My Love Might Never Know That One Day I Cried For Him.

Face Your Path With Courage, Don't Be Scared Of People's Criticism. And, Above All, Don't Let Yourself Get Paralyzed By Your Own Criticism.

We Must Not Confuse Humility With False Modesty Or Servility.