The Earth Here Is Beautiful. And It

Your Quest Is For Darkness Only. This Sea Is Not Your Sea. The Myths Of Men Are Not Your Myths. Men's Treasures Are Not Yours.

Do You Know What I Think About Crying? I Think Some People Have To Learn To Do It. But Once You Learn, Once You Know How To Really Cry, There's Nothing Quite Like It. I Feel Sorry For Those Who Don't Know The Trick. It's Like Whistling Or Singing.

Anger Is Too Pathetic. Anger Is As Weak As Fear.

Who Has A Right To Tell Me I Have No Gift, No Talent, No Passion ...' He Murmured. 'why Do People Say Those Things To You When Youre Young? Doesn't Seem Fair, Does It?' 'no, Darling, It's Not Fair,'she Said. 'but The Mystery Is Why You Listen.

It's An Awful Truth That Suffering Can Deepen Us, Give A Greater Lustre To Our Colours, A Richer Resonance To Our Words.