I Cannot Help It - In Spite

I Don't Know Where My Road Is Going, But I Know That I Walk Better When I Hold Your Hand.

[i]f You Are Truly A Man, Sure Of Yourself And Confident Of Your Strength, You May Taste Of Life Without Fear And Without Reserve; You May Be Sad Or Joyous, Deceived Or Respected; But Be Sure You Are Loved, For What Matters The Rest?

The Mouth Keeps Silent To Hear The Heart Speak.

The Blood Of My Motherland Waters A Magic Plant That Cures All Ills. That Plant Is Art, And Sometimes Art Needs Corruption As A Kind Of Fertilizer

Christianity Ruined Emperors, But Saved Peoples.