Your Body Is The Harp Of Your

You May Give Them Your Love But Not Your Thoughts, For They Have Their Own Thoughts. You May House Their Bodies But Not Their Souls, For Their Souls Dwell In The House Of Tomorrow, Which You Cannot Visit, Not Even In Your Dreams.

The Biggest Thing In Today's Sorrow Is The Memory Of Yesterday's Joy.

Verily The Kindness That Gazes Upon Itself In A Mirror Turns To Stone, And A Good Deed That Calls Itself By Tender Names Becomes The Parent To A Curse.

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

Work Is Love Made Visable.