What You Burnt, Broke, And Tore Is

We Love Best Those Who Are, Or Act For Us, A Self We Do Not Wish To Be Or Act Out.

Life Is A Process Of Becoming, A Combination Of States We Have To Go Through. Where People Fail Is That They Wish To Elect A State And Remain In It. This Is A Kind Of Death.

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.

The Dream Has To Be Translated Into Reality.

Each Friend Represents A World In Us, A World Not Born Until They Arrive, And It Is Only By This Meeting That A New World Is Born.