When The Soul Suffers Too Much, It

Although It Was The Middle Of Winter, I Finally Realized That, Within Me, Summer Was Inextinguishable.

I Felt The Urge To Reassure Him That I Was Like Everybody Else, Just Like Everybody Else.

Myths Are Made For The Imagination To Breath Life Into Them.

Blessed Are The Hearts That Can Bend; They Shall Never Be Broken.

The Temptation Shared By All Forms Of Intelligence: Cynicism.