Trees Are Poems That The Earth Writes

Should We All Confess Our Sins To One Another We Would All Laugh At One Another For Our Lack Of Originality

A Minute Moving Among The Patterns Of Beauty And The Dreams Of Love Is Greater And More Precious Than An Age Filled With Splendor Granted By The Weak To The Strong.

For Life And Death Are One, Even As The River And The Sea Are One.

Love Is Timeless.... Death Does Not Separate The Lover From The Beloved.

To Understand The Heart And Mind Of A Person, Look Not At What He Has Already Achieved, But At What He Aspires To.