The Veil That Clouds Your

The Best Love Come From The Heart, Not From The Mouth.

Philosophy's Work Is Finding The Shortest Path Between Two Points.

Thus With My Lips Have I Denounced You, While My Heart, Bleeding Within Me, Called You Tender Names. It Was Love Lashed By Its Own Self That Spoke. It Was Pride Half Slain That Fluttered In The Dust. It Was My Hunger For Your Love That Raged From The Housetop, While My Own Love, Kneeling In Silence, Prayed Your Forgiveness.

Our Anxiety Does Not Come From Thinking About The Future, But From Wanting To Control It.

And Ever Has It Been Known That Love Knows Not Its Own Depth Until The Hour Of Separation.