Our Greatest Strength Lies In The Gentleness

Without The Frown Of Clouds And Lightning, The Vines Would Be Burned By The Smiling Sun.

And He Misses Her Like A Wind Starved Sail He Sits Knowing What Direction To Go But The Current Keeps Pulling Him Down River.

Stop Learning. Start Knowing

I Want To Say Words That Flame As I Say Them, But I Keep Quiet And Don't Try To Make Both Words Fit In One Mouthful.

The Soul Which Cannot Endure Fire And Smoke Won't Find The Secret.