In The End, We All Lose It.

It Is In The Dark Times That The Light Of Friendship Shines Brightest.

To Forgive Is To Unlock The Cage Of Another's Folly To Set Ourselves Free.

Dance. Dance For The Joy And Breath Of Childhood. Dance For All Children, Including That Child Who Is Still Somewhere Entombed Beneath The Responsibility And Skepticism Of Adulthood. Embrace The Moment Before It Escapes From Our Grasp. For The Only Promise Of Childhood, Of Any Childhood, Is That It Will Someday End. And In The End, We Must Ask Ourselves What We Have Given Our Children To Take Its Place. And Is It Enough?

The Truest Grace Is Not To Forgive, But To Have Never Found Fault.

So Often The Pain Of Our Life Is No More Than A Reminder To Take Our Hand Off The Stove.