He Who Denies His Heritage, Has No

You Give But Little When You Give Of Your Possessions. It Is When You Give Of Yourself That You Truly Give.

Love Is Timeless.... Death Does Not Separate The Lover From The Beloved.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

You Would Know The Secret Of Death. But How Shall You Find It Unless You Seek It In The Heart Of Life.

If I Extend An Empty Hand And In Retrieving It And Finding It Still Empty, I Feel Disappointment, That Is Foolishness; Yet If I Extend A Hand Which Is Full And Yet Find No One To Receive It, Then That Is Hopelessness.