Love Is A River. Drink From It.

Beauty Surrounds Us, But Usually We Need To Be Walking In A Garden To Know It. Rumi, Attributed, Conquest Of Abundance: A Tale Of Abstraction Versus The Richness Of Being Don't Grieve. Anything You Lose Comes Round In Another Form.

Get Yourself Out Of The Way, And Let Joy Have More Space.

Judge The Moth By The Beauty Of The Candle

You Could String A Hundred Endless Days Together, My Soul Would Find No Comfort From This Pain. You Laugh At My Tale? You May Be Educated But You Haven’t Learned To Love Till You’re Insane

Raise Your Words, Not Voice. It Is Rain That Grows Flowers, Not Thunder.