Happiness Is A Vine That Takes Root

There Are Those Who Give And Know Not Pain In Giving, Nor Do They Seek Joy, Nor Give With Mindfulness Of Virtue; They Give As In Yonder Valley The Myrtle Breathes Its Fragrance Into Space.

The Strong Grows In Solitude Where The Weak Withers Away.

There Is No Secret In The Mystery Of Life Stronger And More Beautiful Than That Attachment Which Converts The Silence Of A Virgin's Spirit Into A Perpetual Awareness That Makes A Person Forget The Past, For It Kindles Fiercely In The Heart The Sweet And Overwhelming Hope Of The Coming Future.

I Want Every Image To Be The Beginning Of An Unseen Image.

Everyone Has Experienced That Truth: That Love, Like A Running Brook, Is Disregarded, Taken For Granted; But When The Brook Freezes Over, Then People Begin To Remember How It Was When It Ran, And They Want It To Run Again.