When I Write, I Tend

Each Of Us Needs To Withdraw From The Cares Which Will Not Withdraw From Us. We Need Hours Of Aimless Wandering Or Spates Of Time Sitting On Park Benches, Observing The Mysterious World Of Ants And The Canopy Of Treetops.

There Is A Very Fine Line Between Loving Life And Being Greedy For It.

If You Have, Give. If You Learn, Teach.

Yet It Is Only Love Which Sets Us Free.

Those Who Have Something To Say Accept The Fact That That's Lonely. One Already Knows That There Will Be Adversaries.