To Be Happy Means To Be Free,

The Lights Must Never Go Out, The Music Must Always Play

Few Can Remember Clearly When Innocence Came To A Sudden End, The Moment At Which We Ask For The First Time: Am I Loved?

Each In The Cell Of Himself Is Almost Convinced Of His Freedom.

If Time Were The Wicked Sheriff In A Horse Opera, I'd Pay For Riding Lessons And Take His Gun Away.

Fame Often Makes A Writer Vain, But Seldom Makes Him Proud.