I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In

That Idea Of Escapism... These Words Could Sum Up My Life.

One Travels So As To Learn Once More How To Marvel At Life In The Way A Child Does. And Blessed Be The Poet, The Artist Who Knows How To Keep Alive His Sense Of Wonder.

Only When One Is Able To Grasp Wideness Can One Possess It.

Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

The Benefits Of The Accomplished Journey Cannot Be Weighed In Terms Of Perfect Moments, But In Terms Of How This Journey Affects And Changes Our Character.