You Have Your Ideology And I Have

For What Is It To Die But To Stand Naked In The Wind And To Melt Into The Sun? And When The Earth Shall Claim Your Limbs, Then Shall You Truly Dance.

I Wash My Hands Of Those Who Imagine Chattering To Be Knowledge, Silence To Be Ignorance, And Affection To Be Art.

Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root And Grows Within The Heart, Never Outside It.

The Best Love Come From The Heart, Not From The Mouth.

Let There Be No Purpose In Friendship Save The Deepening Of The Spirit.