Flirting With Madness Was One Thing; When

I Think A Lot About The Past, It's True. But At My Age, The Past Is More Present Than The Here And Now. And There Is Not Much Percentage In The Future.

You See, You Cannot Draw Lines And Compartments, And Refuse To Budge Beyond Them, Sometimes You Have To Use Your Failures As Stepping Stones To Success

You Have To Maintain A Fine Balance Between Hope And Despair.

Walk, First, Through The Fire, Then Philosophize.

Remembering Bred Its Own Peculiar Sorrow. It Seemed So Unfair: That Time Should Render Both Sadness And Happiness Into A Source Of Pain.