Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

When You Feel Jealousy Is A Sign That Love Should Have Each Other

The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.

Poverty Hides Itself In Thought Before It Surrenders To Purses.

Braving Obstacles And Hardships Is Braver Than Retreat To Tranquility.