Who Could Be So Lucky? Who Comes

One Drop Of That Ocean Is Hope, And The Rest Is Fear.

Oh My Friend, All That You See Of Me Is A Shell, The Rest Belongs To Love.

The Art Of Knowing Is Knowing What To Ignore.

We Began As Mineral. We Emerged Into Plant Life, And Into The Animal State, And Then Into Being Human, And Always We Have Forgotten Our Former States, Except In Early Spring When We Slightly Recall Being Green Again.

You Know What Love Is? It Is All Kindness, Generosity.