We All Face Death In The End.

Look Carefully Around You And Recognize The Luminosity Of Souls. Sit Beside Those Who Draw You To That.

If All The Harps In The World Were Burned Down, Still Inside The Heart There Will Be Hidden Music Playing.

Don’t Knock On Any Random Door Like A Beggar. Reach Your Long Hand Out To Another Door, Beyond Where You Go On The Street, The Street Where Everyone Says, "how Are You?" And No One Says How Aren’t You?

Why Should I Be Unhappy? Each Parcel Of My Being Is In Full Bloom.

The Very Center Of Your Heart Is Where Life Begins. The Most Beautiful Place On Earth.