The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The

There Must Be Something Strangely Sacred About Salt. It Is In Our Tears And In The Sea.

Much Of Your Pain Is Self-chosen.

Every Man Is Two Men; One Is Awake In The Darkness, The Other Asleep In The Light.

But Now I Have Learned To Listen To Silence. To Hear Its Choirs Singing The Song Of Ages, Chanting The Hymns Of Space, And Disclosing The Secrets Of Eternity.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.