Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless;

Be Like A Flower And Turn Your Face To The Sun.

I Sit Between My Brother The Mountain And My Sister The Sea. We Three Are One In Loneliness, And The Love That Binds Us Together Is Deep And Strong And Strange.

Persecution Cannot Harm Him Who Stands By Truth. Did Not Socrates Fall Proudly A Victim In Body? Was Not Paul Stoned For The Sake Of The Truth? It Is Our Inner Selves That Hurt Us When We Disobey It, And It Kills Us When We Betray It.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

We Are The Sons Of Sorrow; We Are The Poets And The Prophets And The Musicians.