The Most Solid Stone In The Structure

Solitude Is A Silent Storm That Breaks Down All Our Dead Branches; Yet It Sends Our Living Roots Deeper Into The Living Heart Of The Living Earth.

Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking About The Future, But From Wanting To Control It.

Let Passion Fill Your Sails, But Let Reason Be Your Rudder.

When I Planted My Pain In The Field Of Patience It Bore Fruit Of Happiness.

The Poet Is A Bird Of Strange Moods. He Descends From His Lofty Domain To Tarry Among Us, Singing; If We Do Not Honor Him He Will Unfold His Wings And Fly Back To His Dwelling Place.