To judge you by your failures is to cast blame upon the seasons for their inconstancy.
Sadness is but a wall between two gardens.
All can hear, but only the sensitive can understand.
It is not the sap within the furrowed bark, nor a wing attached to a claw, But rather a garden forever in bloom and a flock of angels forever in flight.
Love that is cleansed by tears will remain eternally pure and beautiful.
What of the old serpent who cannot shed his skin, and calls all others naked and shameless?