The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire, Live By Love Though The Stars Walk Backward.

Love Never Dies A Natural Death. It Dies Because We Don't Know How To Replenish Its Source. It Dies Of Blindness And Errors And Betrayals. It Dies Of Illness And Wounds; It Dies Of Weariness, Of Witherings, Of Tarnishings. Anaïs Nin I Like Not Only To Be Loved, But Also To Be Told I Am Loved. George Eliot Love Is The Voice Under All Silences, The Hope Which Has No Opposite In Fear; The Strength So Strong Mere Force Is Feebleness: The Truth More First Than Sun, More Last Than Star.

An Artist, A Man, A Failure, Must Proceed.

The Sweet Small Clumsy Feet Of April Came Into The Ragged Meadow Of My Soul.

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.