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Your Children Are Not Your Children. They Are The Sons And Daughters Of Life's Longing For Itself. They Came Through You But Not From You And Though They Are With You Yet They Belong Not To You.

Only Once Have I Been Made Mute. It Was When A Man Asked Me, 'who Are You?'

We Are All Like The Bright Moon, We Still Have Our Darker Side.

Love Is A Sacred Mystery. To Those Who Love, It Remains Forever Wordless; But To Those Who Do Not Love, It May Be But A Heartless Jest.

Hearts United In Pain And Sorrow Will Not Be Separated By Joy And Happiness. Bonds That Are Woven In Sadness Are Stronger Than The Ties Of Joy And Pleasure. Love That Is Washed By Tears Will Remain Eternally Pure And Faithful.