The drum of the realization of the promise is beating, we are sweeping the road to the sky. Your joy is here today, what remains for tomorrow?

Travel brings power and love back into your life.

Heartsick, heartbroken - to know love is to know pain. What could be more common? Even so, each broken heart is so singular that with it we probe the divine.

Everyone has been made for some particular work, and the desire for that work has been put in every heart.

Do you pay regular visits to yourself? Don't argue or answer rationally. Let us die, and dying, reply.

In Silence there is eloquence. Stop weaving and see how the pattern improves.

For me to praise is interrupting praise.