I Want Every Image To Be The

We Who Love Him Beheld Him With These Our Eyes Which He Made To See; And We Touched Him With These Our Hands Which He Taught To Reach Forth.

The Philosopher's Soul Dwells In His Head, The Poet's Soul Is In His Heart; The Singer's Soul Lingers About His Throat, But The Soul Of The Dancer Abides In All Her Body.

Love Is The Only Flower That Grows And Blossoms Without The Aid Of The Seasons

You Give But Little When You Give Of Your Possessions. It Is When You Give Of Yourself That You Truly Give.

Love Is The Gentle Smile Upon The Lips Of Beauty.