Life Is The Mistress To Be Wooed.

Love Is Timeless.... Death Does Not Separate The Lover From The Beloved.

I Had A Second Birth When My Soul And My Body Loved One Another And Were Married.

I Am A Poet Who Composes What Life Proses, And Who Proses What Life Composes.

Pain And Foolishness Lead To Great Bliss And Complete Knowledge, For Eternal Wisdom Created Nothing Under The Sun In Vain.

The Sorrowful Spirit Finds Relaxation In Solitude. It Abhors People, As A Wounded Deer Deserts The Herd And Lives In A Cave Until It Is Healed Or Dead.