Wake At Dawn With A Winged Heart

If You Cannot But Weep When Your Soul Summons You To Prayer, She Should Spur You Again And Yet Again, Though Weeping, Until You Shall Come Laughing

Love... It Surrounds Every Being And Extends Slowly To Embrace All That Shall Be.

When You Look Closely People Are So Strange & So Complicated That They're Actually Beautiful.

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Because The Soul Is Like A Flower That Folds Its Petals When Dark Comes, And Breathes Not Its Fragrance Into The Phantoms Of The Night.