In The End Is My Beginning.

We Must Always Take Risks. That Is Our Destiny.

It's Strange That Words Are So Inadequate. Yet, Like The Asthmatic Struggling For Breath, So The Lover Must Struggle For Words.

The Fool,fixed In His Folly,may Think He Can Turn The Wheel On Which He Turns.

A Condition Of Complete Simplicity (costing Not Less Than Everything)

There's No Vocabulary For Love Within A Family, Love That's Lived In But Not Looked At, Love Within The Light Of Which All Else Is Seen, The Love Within Which All Other Love Finds Speech. This Love Is Silent.