Remembrance Is A Form Of Meeting.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.

For Thought Is A Bird Of Space, That In A Cage Of Words May Indeed Unfold Its Wings But Cannot Fly.

Remember, One Just Man Causes The Devil Greater Affliction Than A Million Blind Believers.

And When You Crush An Apple With Your Teeth, Say To It In Your Heart: Your Seeds Shall Live In My Body, And The Buds Of Your Tomorrow Shall Blossom In My Heart, And Your Fragrance Shall Be My Breath, And Together We Shall Rejoice Through All The Seasons.

Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications And Some Are But Our Regrets