The voice of the sea is seductive, never ceasing, whispering, clamoring, murmuring, inviting the soul to wander in abysses of solitude.
We often think of poverty as a lack of money, but it’s also a lack of information and opportunities.
Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.
Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested.