Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But

How Narrow Is The Vision That Exalts The Busyness Of The Ant Above The Singing Of The Grasshopper.

My Friend, I Am Not What I Seem. Seeming Is But A Garment I Wear — A Care-woven Garment That Protects Me From Thy Questionings And Thee From My Negligence. The "i" In Me, My Friend, Dwells In The House Of Silence, And Therein It Shall Remain For Ever More, Unperceived, Unapproachable.

Birth And Death Are The Two Noblest Expressions Of Bravery.

Between What Is Said And Not Meant, And What Is Meant And Not Said, Most Of Love Is Lost.

History Does Not Repeat Itself Except In The Minds Of Those Who Do Not Know History.