Men Become Accustomed To Poison

They Say Love Is Blindness Of Heart; I Say Not To Love Is Blindness.

I Have Been Loving You A Little More Every Minute Since This Morning.

We Say And Exclaim Within Ourselves Without Breaking Silence, In A Tumult Where Everything Speaks Except Our Mouths. The Realities Of The Soul Are None The Less Real For Being Invisible And Impalpable.

Who Among Us Has Not Sought Peace In A Song?

The Great Acts Of Love Are Done By Those Who Are Habitually Performing Small Acts Of Kindness.