I Firmly Believe That Nature Brings Solace

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.

In The Long Run, The Sharpest Weapon Of All Is A Kind And Gentle Spirit.

And You Can Always, Always, Give Kindness