Never Give Up; For Even Rivers Someday

A Geisha Has Studied A Man's Moods And His Seasons. She Fusses And He Blooms.

The Heart Dies A Slow Death, Shedding Each Hope Like Leaves Until One Day There Are None. No Hopes. Nothing Remains.

A Mind Troubled By Doubt Cannot Focus On The Course Of Victory.

This Is Why Dreams Can Be Such Dangerous Things: They Smolder On Like A Fire Does, And Sometimes They Consume Us Completely.

The Prettiest Of Them All Is A Girl Who Is Pretty On The Inside.