Criticism Polishes My Mirror.

I Come To You Without Me, Come To Me Without You.

The Minute I Heard My First Love Story, I Started Looking For You, Not Knowing How Blind That Was. Lovers Don't Finally Meet Somewhere. They're In Each Other All Along.

Hear This If You Can: If You Want To Reach Him You Have To Go Beyond Yourself And When You Finally Arrive At The Land Of Absence Be Silent Don’t Say A Thing Ecstasy, Not Words, Is The Language Spoken There

Lose Your Soul In God's Love... I Swear There Is No Other Way !

The Men Of God Are Like Fishes In The Ocean; They Pop Up Into View On The Surface Here And There And Everywhere, As They Please.