Purity Of Heart Is Blooming

Language Achieves Soul Only When It's Applied As A Tool, Used By Those Who Imbue It With What They Have Had The Courage And Honesty To Perceive And Feel.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.

The Body Knows No Pain, Not Like The Soul. At Least A Nerve Has Limits, A Body Part A Name. But The Soul... The Soul... There Is No Bandage - Even Crying Is In Vain.

A Heart Needs Only Its Own Voice To Do What Is Right.

Our Lives Are Fictions, A Work We Leave Behind, Signed.