When You're Traveling, Ask The Traveler For

I Didn't Come Here Of My Own Accord, And I Can't Leave That Way. Whoever Brought Me Here Will Have To Take Me Home.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

You Think Because You Understand 'one' You Must Also Understand 'two', Because One And One Make Two. But You Must Also Understand 'and'.

Sit, Be Still, And Listen, Because You're Drunk And We're At The Edge Of The Roof.

No Longer A Stranger, You Listen All Day To These Crazy Love-words. Like A Bee You Fill Hundreds Of Homes With Honey, Though Yours Is A Long Flight From Here.