Our Death Is Our Wedding With Eternity.

Reason Is Powerless In The Expression Of Love.

All My Feelings Have The Color You Desire To Paint.

Take Someone Who Doesn't Keep Score, Who's Not Looking To Be Richer, Or Afraid Of Losing, Who Has Not The Slightest Interest Even In His Own Personality: He's Free.

There's No Cure, Except The Retreat Into Love, For The Suffering Of Subtly Afflicted Hearts.

In Fact, I Am Aware Of The Fake Entities In My Life. I Know That I Can Clear Them If I Wanted To In A Moment. But All This Hollowness Needs My Sincerity.