You Are A Fountain Of

No Mirror Ever Became Iron Again; No Bread Ever Became Wheat; No Ripened Grape Ever Became Sour Fruit. Mature Yourself And Be Secure From A Change For The Worse. Become The Light.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

The Cure For Pain Is In The Pain. Good And Bad Are Mixed. If You Don't Have Both, You Don't Belong With Us.

Love’s Secret Is Always Lifting Its Head Out From Under The Covers, “here I Am!”

Who Gets Up Early To Discover The Moment Light Begins?