The Flower You Single Out Is A

I Am Who I Am And I Have The Need To Be.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

The Notion Of Looking On At Life Has Always Been Hateful To Me. What Am I If I Am Not A Participant? In Order To Be, I Must Participate.

I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.