But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise

Loving Someone Liberates The Lover As Well As The Beloved. And That Kind Of Love Comes With Age.

Love Is Many Things. It Is Varied. One Thing Love Is Not, Is Unsure.

Everybody Born Comes From The Creator Trailing Wisps Of Glory.

I Know, That Since Life Is Our Most Precious Gift, And As Far As We Can Be Absolutely Certain, It's Given To Us To Live But Once, Let Us So Live We Will Not Regret Years Of Useless Virtue, And Inertia, And Timidity, And Ignorance, And In Our Last Moments We Can Say: 'all My Life, All My Conscious Energies, Have Been Dedicated To The Most Noble Cause In The World, The Liberation Of The Human Mind And Spirit - Beginning With My Own'.

My Mission In Life Is Not Merely To Survive, But To Thrive; And To Do So With Some Passion, Some Compassion, Some Humor, And Some Style