Love Is The Vital Core Of The

Whoever Finds Love Beneath Hurt And Grief Disappears Into Emptiness With A Thousand New Disguises

You Suppose You Are The Trouble But You Are The Cure You Suppose That You Are The Lock On The Door But You Are The Key That Opens It It's Too Bad That You Want To Be Someone Else You Don't See Your Own Face, Your Own Beauty Yet, No Face Is More Beautiful Than Yours.

A Soul Which Is Not Clothed With The Inner Garment Of Love Should Be Ashamed Of Its Existence.

Some Huge Work Goes On Growing. How Could One Person´s Words Matter? Where You Walk Heads Pop From The Ground. What Is One Seed Head Compared To You? On My Death Day I´ll Know The Answer. I Have Cleared This House, So That Your Work Can, When It Comes, Fill Every Room. I Slide Like An Empty Boat Pulled Over The Water.

When Love Itself Comes To Kiss You, Don't Hold Back!