The Intelligent Desire Self-control; Children Want Candy.

The Gifts Of Lovers To One Another Are, In Respect To Love, Nothing But Forms; Yet, They Testify To Invisible Love.

There Is A Way Between Voice And Presence, Where Information Flows. In Disciplined Silence It Opens; With Wandering Talk It Closes.

We Are As The Flute, And The Music In Us Is From Thee; We Are As The Mountain And The Echo In Us Is From Thee.

If You Look Too Closely At The Form, You Miss The Essence.

Burdens Are The Foundations Of Ease And Bitter Things The Forerunners Of Pleasure.