Life Is But A Sleep Disturbed By

Your Pain Is The Breaking Of The Shell That Encloses Your Understanding... And Could You Keep Your Heart In Wonder At The Daily Miracles Of Your Life, Your Pain Would Not Seem Less Wondrous Than Your Joy

Love That Is Cleansed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Beautiful.

You Cannot Judge Any Man Beyond Your Knowledge Of Him, And How Small Is Your Knowledge.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

Art Is A Step From What Is Obvious And Well-known Toward What Is Arcane And Concealed.