The Snow Doesn't Give A Soft White

Nobody, Not Even The Rain, Has Such Small Hands

To Be Nobody-but-yourself - In A World Which Is Doing Its Best, Night And Day, To Make You Everybody Else - Means To Fight The Hardest Battle Which Any Human Being Can Fight; And Never Stop Fighting.

For Surely As Each November Has Its April, Mysteries Only Are Significant; And One Mystery-of-mysteries Creates Them All: Nothing False And Possible Is Love (who's Imagined,therefore Limitless) Love's To Giving As To Keeping's Give; As Yes Is To If,love Is To Yes

The Artist Is Not A Man Who Describes, But A Man Who Feels.

Trust Your Heart If The Seas Catch Fire, Live By Love Though The Stars Walk Backward.