We All Have Our Dreams. May We

No One Is Ever Ordinary.

You Should Visit Before You Pass Judgment On A Place.

The Humble Were The Elect Of God. Did Not The Priests Teach So, In Their Gemmed, Kingly Robes, From Their Towering Pulpits?

Are Not All Loves Secretly The Same? A Hundred Flowers Sprung From A Single Root.

A Rose By Any Other Name Would Get The Blame For Being What It Is-- The Colour Of A Kiss, The Shadow Of A Flame. A Rose May Earn Another Name, So Call It Love; So Call It Love I Will, And Love Is Like The Sea, Which Changes Constantly, And Yet Is Still The Same.