~ Amit:
I walked beside the evening sea and dreamed a dream that could not be; the waves that plunged along the shore said only: "Dreamer, dream no more!"
~ Amit:
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense
~ Amit:
Flowers have spoken to me more than I can tell in written words. They are the hieroglyphics of angels, loved by all men for the beauty of their character, though few can decipher even fragments of their meaning
~ Amit:
Everything has its wonders, even darkness and silence, and I learn, whatever state I may be in, therein to be content
