Compliments win friends, honesty loses them.
We live in the world when we love it.
The singer alone does not make a song, there has to be someone who hears. -Broken Song
The movement of life has its rest in its own music.
These paper boats of mine are meant to dance on the ripples of hours, and not reach any destination.
Great suffering brings with it the power of great endurance. When sorrow is deepest all the forces of patience and courage are banded together to do their duty. So while we are cowards before petty troubles, great sorrows make us brave by rousing our truer manhood.