The Eyes Of My Eyes Are Opened.

Nobody Else Can Be Alive For You; Nor Can You Be Alive For Anybody Else.

The Hardest Challenge Is To Be Yourself In A World Where Everyone Is Trying To Make You Be Somebody Else.

Love Is A Deeper Season Than Reason; My Sweet One

My Mother Hoped That I Would Die Etcetera Bravely Of Course My Father Used To Become Hoarse Talking About How It Was A Privilege And If Only He Could

Love Is The Whole And More Than All.