Bring the pure wine of love and freedom. But sir, a tornado is coming. More wine, we'll teach this storm A thing or two about whirling.

The eye goes blind when it only wants to see why.

Just as the heart becomes carefree in a place of green, growing plants, goodwill and kindness are born when our souls enter happiness.

To love is human. To feel pain is human. Yet to still love despite the pain is pure angel.

The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked

Loosen the bonds of avarice from your hands and neck.

Raise your words, not your voice.