He's Seeing My Soul, My Fears, My

The Lake Was Silent For Some Time. Finally, It Said: "i Weep For Narcissus, But I Never Noticed That Narcissus Was Beautiful. I Weep Because, Each Time He Knelt Beside My Banks, I Could See, In The Depths Of His Eyes, My Own Beauty Reflected.

Don't Ask Permission. If It Does Not Work, You Can Apologize Later.

Any Man Who, Having Planted A Vineyard, Has Not Yet Reaped The Benefits Should Do So At Once, So That He Does Not Die In The Struggle And Leave It For Another To Enjoy.

Omens Are The Individual Language In Which God Talks To You. My Omens Are Not Your Omens.

When You Want Something, All The Universe Conspires In Helping You To Achieve It.