The Soul Is A Stranger Trying To

Be Wild And Crazy And Drunk With Love, If You Are Too Careful, Love Will Not Find You.

The Chess Master Says Nothing, Other Than Moving The Silient Chess Piece.

On The Path Of Love We Are Neither Masters Nor The Owners Of Our Lives. We Are Only A Brush In The Hand Of The Master Painter.

Love Is Not Written On Paper, For Paper Can Be Erased. Nor Is It Etched On Stone, For Stone Can Be Broken. But It Is Inscribed On A Heart And There It Shall Remain Forever.

Let Lovers Be Crazy, Disgraceful And Wild Those Who Fret About Such Things Aren’t In Love.