I Grow Silent. Dear Soul, You Speak.

Love So Needs To Love That It Will Endure Almost Anything, Even Abuse, Just To Flicker For A Moment. But The Sky's Mouth Is Kind, Its Song Will Never Hurt You, For I Sing Those Words.

Let Yourself Become Living Poetry.

The Lion Who Breaks The Enemy's Ranks Is A Minor Hero Compared To The Lion Who Overcomes Himself.

I've Said Before That Every Craftsman Searches For What's Not There To Practice His Craft.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?