Because Of Our Routines We Forget That

Not Everything You Do Is Going To Be A Masterpiece, But You Get Art There And You Try And Sometimes It Really Happens. The Other Times You’re Just Stretching Your Soul.

You May Write Me Down In History With Your Bitter, Twisted Lies. You May Trod Me In The Very Dirt, But Still Like Dust, I'll Rise.

But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise

You Can't Use Up Creativity. The More You Use, The More You Have.

A Woman In Harmony With Her Spirit Is Like A River Flowing.