It Is Indisputable That Evolved Thinking Recognizes

Pure At Heart: To Be Like A Flower That Blooms As Gloriously, Brilliantly In A Secluded Wild Wood, Not Seen And Praised.

Fear Plants The Whisper To Beware But Doesn't Look To See Who's There.

Love Is A Quality, Not A Quantity.

Sometime Is That Appointment, The Final One To Meet. Let's Color All With Love, For Time Is Naught But Fleet.

There Are Abundantly More English Professors In The World Than There Are Authors.