Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It

Tragedy Is Clean, It Is Restful, It Is Flawless.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

In Your Efforts To Dazzle Us Your Reasoning Has Gone Awry. You Know Very Well That Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Rien N'est Vrai Que Ce Qu'on Ne Dit Pas. Nothing Is True Except That Which Is Unsaid.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.