I Will Conquer The Whole World And

The Only Lasting Beauty Is The Beauty Of The Heart

The Morning Wind Spreads Its Fresh Smell. We Must Get Up And Take That In, That Wind That Lets Us Live. Breathe Before It's Gone.

However Much I Might Try To Expound Or Explain Love, When I Come To Love Itself, I Am Ashamed Of My Explanations... Love Alone Can Explain The Mysteries Of Love And Lovers.

The Ground's Generosity Takes In Our Compost And Grows Beauty! Try To Be More Like The Ground.

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.