The Airplane Has Unveiled For Us The

A Goal Without A Pan Is Just A Wish.

Well, I Must Endure The Presence Of A Few Caterpillars If I Wish To Become Acquainted With The Butterflies.

She Knew This Man's Smile, His Gentle Ways Of Love, But Not His Godlike Fury In The Storm. She Might Snare Him In A Fragile Net Of Music, Love And Flowers, But, At Each Departure, He Would Break Forth Without, It Seemed To Her, The Least Regret.

But Eyes Are Blind. You Have To Look With The Heart.

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Everyone Has Had A Friend.