Reason flies When following the senses, on clipped wings.
I care not where my body may take me as long as my soul is embarked on a meaningful journey.
Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.
If you follow your natural bent;you will definitely go to heaven
As little flowers, which the chill of night has bent and huddled, when the white sun strikes, grow straight and open fully on their stems, so did I, too, with my exhausted force.
I wept not — so to stone I grew within.