I Wondered If The Life That Was

Oh, That's The Beauty Of The Rose, That It Blossoms And Dies.

People Have To Snatch At Happiness When They Can, In This World. It Is Always Easier To Lose Than To Find.

The Idea Of You Is A Part Of My Mind; You Influence My Likes And Dislikes, All My Tastes, Hundreds Of Times When I Don't Realize It. You Really Are A Part Of Me. In The Course Of Twenty Crowded Years One Parts With Many Illusions... I Did Not Wish To Lose The Early Ones. Some Memories Are Realities, And Are Better Than Anything That Can Ever Happen Again.

An Artist's Saddest Secrets Are Those That Have To Do With His Artistry.

People Live Through Such Pain Only Once. Pain Comes Again—but It Finds A Tougher Surface.