Perdonare "forgive Yourself)

And In That Line Now Was A Whiskered Old Man, With A Linen Cap And A Crooked Nose, Who Waited In A Place Called The Stardust Band Shell To Share His Part Of The Secret Of Heaven: That Each Affects The Other And The Other Affects The Next, And The World Is Full Of Stories, But The Stories Are All One.

We Do Not Realize The Sound The World Makes -- Unless, Of Course, It Comes To A Stop. Then, When It Starts, It Sounds Like An Orchestra.

Remember Me For These Days, Not The Old Ones.

You're Not Going To Fix Things By Helping 65-year-olds Or 75-year-olds For Any Long Run.

Small Towns Are Like Metronomes; With The Slightest Flick, The Beat Changes.