It was the best of times, it was the worst of times, it was the age of wisdom, it was the age of foolishness, it was the epoch of belief, it was the epoch of incredulity, it was the season of Light, it was the season of Darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair, we had everything before us, we had nothing before us, we were all going direct to Heaven, we were all doing direct the other way.

Poetry is the language of the soul, spoken in the rhythm of the heart.

My motivation comes from my love for the game.

Every harvest teaches us something new; the land is the best professor if we're willing to listen.