Charm Is A Product Of

I Know That When The World Surrenders, Pallid, To Repose, The Murmur Of A Tranquil Stream Through The Deep Silence Flows.

My Poems Are Like A Dagger Sprouting Flowers From The Hilt; My Poetry Is Like A Fountain Sprinkling Streams Of Coral Water.

Peoples Are Made Of Hate And Of Love, And More Of Hate Than Love.

Only Those Who Spread Treachery, Fire, And Death Out Of Hatred For The Prosperity Of Others Are Undeserving Of Pity.

Books Console Us, Calm Us, Prepare Us, Enrich Us And Redeem Us.