He Celebrates Yesterday's Victory In Order To

The Good Fight Is The One That We Fight In The Name Of Our Dreams.

Once In A Mental Hospital, A Person Grows Used To The The Freedom That Exists In The World Of Insanity And Becomes Addicted To It.

Our Contradictions. We Are In Such A Hurry To Grow Up, And Then We Long For Our Lost Childhood. We Make Ourselves Ill Earning Money, And Then Spend All Our Money On Getting Well Again. We Think So Much About The Future That We Neglect The Present, And Thus Experience Neither The Present Nor The Future. We Live As If We Were Never Going To Die, And Die As If We Had Never Lived.

During Any Dance To Which We Surrender With Joy, The Brain Loses It's Controlling Power, And The Heart Takes Up The Reins Of The Body.

I Don't Regret My Painful Times, I Bare My Scars As If They Were Medals. I Know That Freedom Has A High Price, As High As That Of Slavery; The Only Difference Is That You Pay With Pleasure And A Smile, Even When That That Smile Dimmed By Tears