Summer was made to give you a taste of what hell is like. Winter was made for landladies to charge high rents and keep cold radiators and make a fortune off of poor tenants.

I will not take "but" for an answer.

The past has been a mint Of blood and sorrow. That must not be True of tomorrow.

We build our temples for tomorrow, strong as we know how, and we stand on top of the mountain, free within ourselves.

Life is an egg you have to be patient and careful with it or it will break.

In the spring rain, the pond and the river become one. Into every life some rain must fall. Usually when your car windows are down. It raineth on the Just and the Unjust Alike, But the Unjust stealeth the Just's umbrella Let the rain kiss you. Let the rain beat upon your head with silver liquid drops. Let the rain sing you a lullaby.

Life is a big sea full of many fish. I let down my nets and pulled. I'm still pulling.