Gratitude Is The Wine For The Soul.

Beauty Is The Garden Scent Of Roses, Murmuring Water Flowing Gently...can Words Describe The Indescribable?

At The End Of My Life, With Just One Breath Left, If You Come, I’ll Sit Up And Sing.

Earth Tries To Work Sorcery On Us, Saying Tomorrow, Tomorrow, But We Outwit That Spell By Enjoying This Now.

Tis Easy To Break An Idol, Very Easy: To Regard The Self As Easy To Subdue Is Folly, Folly.

You Were Born With Wings, Why Prefer To Crawl Through Life?