The Very Essence Of Our

The Divine Music Is Incessantly Ringing Within All Of Us, But The Loud Senses Drown The Delicate Music, Which Is Unlike And Infinitely Superior To Anything We Can Perceive With Our Senses.

If We Weep For All The Deaths In Our Country, The Tears In Our Eyes Would Never Dry.

When You Know The Truth, The Truth Makes You A Soldier.

True Suffering Does Not Know Itself And Never Calculates.

When I Admire The Wonders Of A Sunset Or The Beauty Of The Moon, My Soul Expands In The Worship Of The Creator.