Some Of Our Children Are Our Justifications

Your Life Is An Island Separated From All Other Islands And Continents. Regardless Of How Many Boats You Send To Other Shores Or How Many Ships Arrive Upon Your Shores, You Yourself Are An Island Separated By Its Own Pains, Secluded In Its Happiness

Beauty Is Not In The Face; Beauty Is A Light In The Heart.

Strange That We All Defend Our Wrongs With More Vigor Than We Do Our Rights.

And Is Not Time Even As Love Is, Undivided And Paceless?

Yesterday Is Ever Jealous Of...tomorrow.