Friendship With The Ignorant Is As Foolish

You See But Your Shadow When You Turn Your Back To The Sun.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

Is Not The Cup That Holds Your Wine The Very Cup That Was Burned In The Potter’s Oven?

I Do Not Want You To Hear That I Love You, But I Want You To Feel It Without Me Having To Say.

Pity It Is We Drowse Too Soon Pity It Is We Fall Asleep Ere Our Song Encompass The Height Ere Our Hand Inherit The Deep