The Visible Is Always A Mirror Of

May We Understand That Joy Is Not A Sin, Sacrifice Is Not A Virtue.

Live To Please The Others, And Everyone Will Love You, Except Yourself.

Love Is, After All, A Curse Of Suffering.

The Light Of Love Drives Away The Darkness Of Guilt.

Oddly Enough I Never Used To Suffer From Depression On Cold, Gray, Cloudy Days Like This. I Feel As If Nature Is In Harmony With Me, That It Reflected My Soul. On The Other Hand, When The Sun Appeared, The Children Would Come Out To Play In The Streets, And Everyone Was Happy That It Was Such A Lovely Day, And Then I Would Feel Terrible, As If That Display Of Exuberance In Which I Could Not Participate Was Somehow Unfair.