True Wars Are Never Won.

Unless You Love Someone, Nothing Else Makes Any Sense.

For Surely As Each November Has Its April, Mysteries Only Are Significant; And One Mystery-of-mysteries Creates Them All: Nothing False And Possible Is Love (who's Imagined,therefore Limitless) Love's To Giving As To Keeping's Give; As Yes Is To If,love Is To Yes

What Time Is It? It Is By Every Star A Different Time, And Each Most Falsely True.

I Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In My Heart)

O Sweet Spontaneous Earth