He Only Profits From Praise Who Values

The Deepest Truth Blooms Only From The Deepest Love.

Where Books Are Burned In The End People Will Be Burned Too.

I Wept In My Dreams. I Dreamed You Lay In The Grave; I Awoke, And The Tears Still Poured Down My Cheeks. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Had Left Me; I Awoke And I Went On Weeping Long And Bitterly. I Wept In My Dreams, I Dreamed You Were Still Kind To Me; I Awoke, And Still The Flow Of My Tears Streams On.

Thought Is Invisible Nature.

Like A Great Poet, Nature Knows How To Produce The Greatest Effects With The Most Limited Means.