The True Poem Rests Between The Words.

Popularity Is Not An Indication Of Quality.

When We Love There Is No Reason Why.

Hot Air Expands, And Seriously Pompous Attitude Is The Inflation Of Choice By Those Lacking Substance.

Inspiration Always Arrives Unannounced.

Purity Of Heart Is Blooming The Same Colors In The Middle Of The Wilderness When No One Sees You.