Man is the only animal who enjoys the consolation of believing in a next life; all other animals enjoy the consolation of not worrying about it.
Robert BreaultThe painter puts brush to canvas, and the poet puts pen to paper. The poet has the easier task, for his pen does not alter his rhyme.
Robert BreaultLove is at first a set of delusions, which, as time goes by, are discarded like training wheels, and you love truly.
Robert Breault