Love Is Trembling Happiness.

Solitude Has Soft, Silky Hands, But With Strong Fingers It Grasps The Heart And Makes It Ache With Sorrow.

Perhaps Time’s Definition Of Coal Is The Diamond.

For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst?

We Live Only To Discover Beauty. All Else Is A Form Of Waiting

God Listens Not To Your Words Save When He Himself Utters Them Through Your Lips.