Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But

He Who Requires Urging To Do A Noble Act Will Never Accomplish It.

For To Be Idle Is To Become A Stranger Unto The Seasons, And To Step Out Of Life’s Procession That Marches In Majesty And Proud Submission Towards The Infinite.

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

Love Is All I Can Possess And No One Can Deprive Me Of It. Kahlil Gibran (visions Of The Prophet)

And Let It Direct Your Passion With Reason, That Your Passion May Livethrough Its Own Daily Resurrection, And Like The Phoenix Rise Above Its Own Ashes.