The Thirst Of Soul Is

He Who Understands You Is Greater Kin To You Than Your Own Brother. For Even Your Own Kindred Neither Understand You Nor Know Your True Worth.

Poetry Is A Deal Of Joy And Pain And Wonder, With A Dash Of The Dictionary.

Of The Good In You I Can Speak, But Not Of The Evil. For What Is Evil But Good Tortured By Its Own Hunger And Thirst? Verily When Good Is Hungry It Seeks Food Even In Dark Caves, And When It Thirsts It Drinks Even Of Dead Waters.

In The Depth Of Your Hopes And Desires Lies Your Silent Knowledge Of The Beyond.

If The Other Person Injures You, You May Forget The Injury; But If You Injure Him You Will Always Remember.