The Universe Is My Country And The

If You Reveal Your Secrets To The Wind, You Should Not Blame The Wind For Revealing Them To The Trees.

If Your Heart Is A Volcano, How Shall You Expect Flowers To Bloom?

We Are All Prisoners But Some Of Us Are In Cells With Windows And Some Without.

When Love Beckons To You, Follow Him, Though His Ways Are Hard And Steep. And When His Wings Enfold You Yield To Him, Though The Sword Hidden Among His Pinions May Wound You.

Every Man Loves Two Women;the One Is The Creation Of His Imagination And The Other Is Not Yet Born