The Lust For Comfort, That Stealthy Thing

A Traveller I Am, And A Navigator, And Everyday I Discover A New Region Within My Soul.

No Man Can Reveal To You Nothing But That Which Already Lies Half-asleep In The Dawning Of Your Knowledge.

And Only The Sure Of Foot Can Give A Hand To Him Who Stumbles.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain... When You Are Joyous Look Deep Into Your Heart And You Will Find That It Is Only That Which Has Given You Sorrow That Is Giving You Joy.

Life Without Love Is Like A Tree Without Blossoms Or Fruit.