Those Who Restrain Desire, Do So Because

The Poison Tree I Was Angry With My Friend: I Told My Wrath, My Wrath Did End. I Was Angry With My Foe; I Told It Not, My Wrath Did Grow. And I Water'd It In Fears, Night & Morning With My Tears; And I Sunned It With My Smiles And With Soft Deceitful Wiles. And It Grew Both Day And Night, Till It Bore An Apple Bright; And My Foe Beheld It Shine, And He Knew That It Was Mine, And Into My Garden Stole When The Night Had Veil'd The Pole: In The Morning Glad I See My Foe Outstretch'd Beneath The Tree.

He Who Wants, But Doesn't Act, Is A Pest.

I'm Sure This Jesus Will Not Do Either For Englishman Or Jew.

Celebrate Your Existence!

We Are Not Meant To Resolve All Contradictions But To Live With Them And Rise Above Them.