Sometimes The Shadow Stays Next To The

Love Is The Sea Where Intellect Drowns.

Happy, Not From Anything That Happens. Warm, Not From Fire Or A Hot Bath. Light, I Register Zero On A Scale.

When I Am Silent, I Fall Into The Place Where Everything Is Music.

They Say There Is A Doorway From Heart To Heart, But What Is The Use Of A Door When There Are No Walls?

Everyone Has Been Made For Some Particular Work, And The Desire For That Work Has Been Put In Every Heart.