Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In

Nature Reaches Out To Us With Welcoming Arms, And Bids Us Enjoy Her Beauty; But We Dread Her Silence And Rush Into The Crowded Cities, There To Huddle Like Sheep Fleeing From A Ferocious Wolf.

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

Yet Has Not Man Wept At The Sounds? And Are Not His Tears Eloquent Understanding?

Love Has No Other Desire But To Fulfill Itself, But If You Love And Must Needs Have Desires, Let These Be Your Desires.

Be Like The Flower, Turn Your Faces To The Sun.