Love Is Perhaps The Only Glimpse We

We Relish News Of Our Heroes, Forgetting That We Are Extraordinary To Somebody Too.

When Books Are Opened, We Discover That We Have Wings

There's A Little Vanity Chair That Charlie Gave Me The First Christmas We Knew Each Other. I'll Not Be Parting With That, Nor Our Bed - The Four-poster - I'll Be Needing That To Die In.

Legends Die Hard. They Survive As Truth Rarely Does.

Everybody Starts At The Top, And Then Has The Problem Of Staying There. Lasting Accomplishment, However, Is Still Achieved Through A Long, Slow Climb And Self-discipline.