Every Word Was Once A Poem. Every

Sometimes We Receive The Power To Say Yes To Life. Then Peace Enters Us And Makes Us Whole.

A Painter Told Me That Nobody Could Draw A Tree Without In Some Sort Becoming A Tree; Or Draw A Child By Studying The Outlines Of Its Form Merely But By Watching For A Time His Motions And Plays, The Painter Enters Into His Nature And Can Then Draw Him At Every Attitude.

We Read Often With As Much Talent As We Write.

The Flowers Talk When The Wind Blows Over Them.

Where Is He Who Seeing A Thousand Men Useless And Unhappy, And Making The Whole Region Forlorn By Their Inaction, And Conscious Himself Of Possessing The Faculty They Want, Does Not Hear His Call To Go And Be Their King?