Your Body Is The Harp Of The

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

The Reality Of The Other Person Is Not In What He Reveals To You, But In What He Cannot Reveal To You. Therefore, If You Would Understand Him, Listen Not To What He Says But Rather To What He Does Not Say.

But Memory Is An Autumn Leaf That Murmurs A While In The Wind And Then Is Heard No More.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.

The Creator Gives No Heed To The Critic Unless He Becomes A Barren Inventor.