We Carry Inside Us The Wonders We

Inside The Great Mystery That Is, We Don't Really Own Anything. What Is This Competition We Feel Then, Before We Go, One At A Time, Through The Same Gate?

I Am So Mad With Love That Mad Men Say To Me - Be Still!

There Are A Thousand Ways To Kneel And Kiss The Ground; There Are A Thousand Ways To Go Home Again.

We Often Need To Be Refreshed.

Only The Soul Knows What Love Is.