Disguise Our Bondage As We Will, 'tis

Humility, That Low, Sweet Root, From Which All Heavenly Virtues Shoot.

A Genuine Odyssey Is Not About Piling Up Experiences. It Is A Deeply Felt, Risky, Unpredictable Tour Of The Soul.

You May Break, You May Shatter The Vase, If You Will, But The Scent Of The Roses Will Hang Round It Still.

I Thought That The Light-house Looked Lovely As Hope, That Star On Life's Tremulous Ocean.

The Problem In Narcissism Is Not The High Ideals And Ambitions, It's The Difficulty One Encounters When Trying To Give Them Body.