And What Word Is Knowledge

The Silence Of The Envious Is Too Noisy.

Poetry, My Dear Friends, Is A Sacred Incarnation Of A Smile. Poetry Is A Sigh That Dries The Tears. Poetry Is A Spirit Who Dwells In The Soul, Whose Nourishment Is The Heart, Whose Wine Is Affection. Poetry That Comes Not In This Form Is A False Messiah.

People Of Orphalese, Beauty Is Life When Life Unveils Her Holy Face. But You Are Life And You Are The Veil. Beauty Is Eternity Gazing At Itself In A Mirror. But You Are Eternity And You Are The Mirror.

If You Love Somebody, Let Them Go, For If They Return, They Were Always Yours. And If They Don't, They Never Were.

Your Freedom When It Loses Its Fetters Becomes Itself The Fetter Of A Greater Freedom.