Fond Memory Brings The Light Of Other

And The Heart That Is Soonest Awake To The Flowers Is Always The First To Be Touch'd By The Thorns.

Soul Is To Be Found In The Vicinity Of Taboo.

Come O'er The Sea, Maiden With Me, Mine Through The Sunshine, Storms And Snows; Seasons May Roll, But The True Soul Burns The Same, Where'er It Goes.

Love Doesn't Demand Perfection, But It Does Ask You To Give Yourself With Less Reserve Than You'd Prefer.

A Genuine Odyssey Is Not About Piling Up Experiences. It Is A Deeply Felt, Risky, Unpredictable Tour Of The Soul.