Maxioms by Vanna Bonta
The true poem rests between the words.
The true poem rests between the words.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
There is no hospitality like understanding.
Language achieves soul only when it's applied as a tool, used by those who imbue it with what they have read more
Language achieves soul only when it's applied as a tool, used by those who imbue it with what they have had the courage and honesty to perceive and feel.
People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments. Too bad they had to go so read more
People who worship only themselves get a slick, polished look -- like monuments. Too bad they had to go so soon.
A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of read more
A cure for War? Furiously spending the same daily amount of money toward making friends. Being an indispensable source of food, shelter, peace, and cultural support dedicatedly spending 9 billion dollars a month on helping people would be a formidable enemy of evil.
