Pain Is A Treasure, For It Contains

Your Eyelashes Will Write On My Heart The Poem That Could Never Come From The Pen Of A Poet.

The Garden Of Love Is Green Without Limit And Yields Many Fruits Other Than Sorrow Or Joy. Love Is Beyond Either Condition: Without Spring, Without Autumn, It Is Always Fresh.

Close Your Eyes, Fall In Love, Stay There.

This Is Now. Now Is, All There Is. Don't Wait For Then; Strike The Spark, Light The Fire.

Bring The Pure Wine Of Love And Freedom. But Sir, A Tornado Is Coming. More Wine, We'll Teach This Storm A Thing Or Two About Whirling.