The Only Way Out Is Through.

They Would Not Find Me Changed From Him They Knew - Only More Sure Of All I Thought Was True.

Nature's First Green Is Gold.

The Tree The Tempest With A Crash Of Wood Throws Down In Front Of Us Is Not To Bar Our Passage To Our Journey's End For Good, But Just To Ask Us Who We Think We Are.

Skepticism, Is That Anything More Than We Used To Mean When We Said, Well, What Have We Here?

Our Very Life Depends On Everything's Recurring Till We Answer From Within.