Hello, Young Lovers, Wherever You Are.

It is a modern tragedy that despair has so many spokesmen, and hope so few.

I'm not going to run, I'm going to stand here and watch. Every blow will cut into my heart, and tell me who and what you are.

The dearest things I know are what you are.

Do you love me because I'm beautiful, or am I beautiful because you love me?

You gotta have a dream. If you don't have a dream, how you gonna make a dream come true?

Why you were born and why you are living depend entirely on what you are getting out of this world and what you are giving to it. I cannot prove that this is a balance of mathematical perfection, but my own observation of life leads me to the conclusion that there is a very real friendship, both quantitatively and qualitatively, between what you contribute and what you get out of life.