When You Kill A Beast, Say To

The Deeper That Sorrow Carves Into Your Being, The More Joy You Can Contain.

Man Is Like The Foam Of The Sea, That Floats Upon The Surface Of The Water. When The Wind Blows, It Vanishes, As If It Had Never Been. Thus Are Our Lives Blown Away By Death.

Tell Your Secret To The Wind, But Don't Blame It For Telling The Trees.

There Is A Space Between Man's Imagination And Man's Attainment That May Only Be Traversed By His Longing.

Believing Is A Fine Thing, But Placing Those Beliefs Into Execution Is A Test Of Strength. Many Are Those Who Talk Like The Roar Of The Sea, Gut Their Lives Are Shallow And Stagnant, Like The Rotting Marshes. Many Are Those Who Lift Their Heads Above The Mountain Tops, But Their Spirits Remain Dormant In The Obscurity Of The Caverns.