Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.

I Want To Reconcile Myself With Heaven, I Want To Love, I Want To Pray, I Want To Believe In Good.

Many A Calm River Begins As A Turbulent Waterfall, Yet None Hurtles And Foams All The Way To The Sea.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

Happiness Comes The Way The Wind Blows.