In The Depth Of My Soul There

There Is A Space Between Man's Imagination And Man's Attainment That May Only Be Traversed By His Longing.

If It Were Not For Guests All Houses Would Be Graves.

All These Things Shall Love Do Unto You That You May Know The Secrets Of Your Heart, And In That Knowledge Become A Fragment Of Life's Heart.

To Judge You By Your Failures Is To Cast Blame Upon The Seasons For Their Inconstancy.

You May Give Them Your Love, But Not Your Thoughts. For They Have Their Own Thoughts.