The Quieter We Become, The More We

In The House Of Lovers, The Music Never Stops, The Walls Are Made Of Songs & The Floor Dances

Let Lovers Be Crazy, Disgraceful And Wild Those Who Fret About Such Things Aren’t In Love.

My Souls Sits In Silence, And Then Asks Again, Where Are You In All Of This?

Know Mankind Well, Don't Degrade Every Man As Evil, And Don't Exalt Every Man Thinking He Is Good. He Who Cannot Discover Himself; Cannot Discover The World.

Love Is The Cure, For Your Pain Will Keep Giving Birth To More Pain Until Your Eyes Constantly Exhale Love As Effortlessly As Your Body Yields Its Scent.