Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike;

Yesterday Is Gone And Took Away Its Tale. Today We Must Live A Fresh Story Again.

What Is The Heart? It Is Not Human And It Is Not Imaginary. I Call It You.

If My Head Holds One Thought Wise And Clear, It's You. Poor As I Am, What I Hold Dear Is You. No Matter How I See Myself, I'm Nothing ... Anything I Am Entirely Is You!

He Is Like A Man Using A Candle To Look For The Sun

Be A Helpful Friend, And You Will Become A Green Tree With Always New Fruit, Always Deeper Journeys Into Love.