Travelers, It Is Late. Life's Sun Is

Every Fragile Beauty, Every Perfect Forgotten Sentence, You Grieve Their Going Away, But That Is Not How It Is. Where They Come From Never Goes Dry. It Is An Always Flowing Spring.

Whenever Sorrow Comes, Be Kind To It. For God Has Placed A Pearl In Sorrow’s Hand.

Sell Your Cleverness And Buy Bewilderment.

To Find The Beloved, You Must Become The Beloved.

Not The Ones Speaking The Same Language, But The Ones Sharing The Same Feeling Understand Each Other.