The Angel Is Free Because Of His

Try Something Different. Surrender.

Love Cannot Be Described. It Must Be Tasted.

Paradise Is Surrounded By What We Dislike; The Fires Of Hell Are Surrounded By What We Desire.

Words Are A Pretext. It Is The Inner Bond That Draws One Person To Another, Not Words.

This Place Is A Dream. Only A Sleeper Considers It Real. Then Death Comes Like Dawn, And You Wake Up Laughing At What You Thought Was Your Grief.