Run my dear, from anything that may not strengthen your precious budding wings. Run like hell my dear, from anyone likely to put a sharp knife into the sacred, tender vision of your beautiful heart.

One regret dear world, that I am determined not to have when I am lying on my deathbed is that I did not kiss you enough.

Stay close to anything that makes you glad you are alive.

Come in, my dearFrom that harsh worldThat has rained elements of stoneUpon your tender face.Every soulShould receive a toast from usFor bravery!

Poetry reveals that there is no empty space.

The beauty of You delights me. The sight of You amazes me. For the Pearl does this... and the Ocean does that.

Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature.