Poetry is not the opinion stated. It is a song that appears instead of a bloody wound or a smiling mouth.

Poverty is a veil that obscures the face of greatness. An appeal is a mask covering the face of tribulation.

When love beckons to you, follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.

All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.

There is a space between man's imagination and man's attainment that may only be traversed by his longing.

Love is not without its flaws. The stronger the love, the more it tests you. Compassion and empathy will make true love persist.

And one of the elders of the city , said , speak to us of good and evil. And he answered : You are good in countless ways , and you are not evil when you are not good .