We do not mourn the memories lost.We mourn the ones which beset us as loyal friends.

The best defense against sarcasm is to take it literally.

We are slaves to the dictates of free will.

Never mourn the loss of a map.There remains a world to discover.

Do not dispute your thirst of water……not with the flowing brook.

Trust not the promises of haste.They curl up as little lies...

The pain of seven continentsweighs on his carefree soulas God ponders his next move.

Something was said then, I recall,to move the still spirit.If only! Oh, if only I'd heard! The broken silence amidst the meaningless mumblings of my mind.

Life needsan essential bargainof what were oncesacrosanct principles...