You May Chain My Hands, You May

Thinking Is Always The Stumbling Stone To Poetry.

Sadness Is But A Wall Between Two Gardens.

If The Other Person Injures You, You May Forget The Injury; But If You Injure Him You Will Always Remember.

In The Depths Of Your Hopes And Desires, Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond, And Like Seeds Dreaming Beneath The Snow, Your Heart Dreams Of Spring. Trust The Dreams, For In Them Is Hidden The Gate To Eternity.

To Be Able To Look Back Upon Ones Life In Satisfaction, Is To Live Twice.