A Sky Full Of Silent Suns.

It Is Simpler And Easier To Flatter People Than To Praise Them.

Like A Morning Dream, Life Becomes More And More Bright The Longer We Live, And The Reason Of Everything Appears More Clear. What Has Puzzled Us Before Seems Less Mysterious, And The Crooked Paths Look Straighter As We Approach The End.

For No One Does Life Drag More Disagreeably Than For Those Who Try To Speed It Up.

Ah! The Seasons Of Love Roll Not Backward But Onward, Downward Forever.

Individuality Is To Be Preserved And Respected Everywhere, As The Root Of Everything Good.