The Moon Has Become A Dancer At

You Are Not Meant For Crawling, So Don't. You Have Wings. Learn To Use Them And Fly.

A Pen Went Scribbling Along. When It Tried To Write Love, It Broke.

The Result Of My Life Is No More Than Three Words: I Was Raw, I Became Cooked, I Was Burnt.

Embark On The Journey Of Love. It Takes You From Yourself To Yourself.

If Something Makes You Happy In This World, You Should Think Of What Will Happen To You If That Thing Were Taken Away.