You Must Ask For What You Really

The Soul Lives There In The Silent Breath.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Whatever Purifies You Is The Correct Road.

O, Happy The Soul That Saw Its Own Faults.

When You See The Setting, Wait For The Rising. Why Worry About A Sunset Or A Fading Moon?