When We Turn To One Another For

Tears Have Cleansed My Eyes, And Errors Have Taught Me The Language Of The Hearts.

Half Of What I Say Is Meaningless; But I Say It So That The Other Half May Reach You.

Money Is Like Love; It Kills Slowly And Painfully The One Who Withholds It, And Enlivens The Other Who Turns It On His Fellow Man.

The Obvious Is That Which Is Never Seen Until Someone Expresses It Simply.

For This I Bless You Most. You Give Much And Know Not That You Give At All.