I Learnt Silence From The

Every Man Loves Two Women;the One Is The Creation Of His Imagination And The Other Is Not Yet Born

You Progress Not Through What Has Been Done, But Reaching Towards What Has Yet To Be Done.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.

Madness Is The First Step Towards Unselfishness. Be Mad And Tell Us What Is Behind The Veil Of "sanity". The Purpose Of Life Is To Bring Us Closer To Those Secrets, And Madness Is The Only Means.