To Me A Lush Carpet Of Pine

Death Is No More Than Passing From One Room Into Another.

Touch Each Object As If Tomorrow You Would Never Be Able To Feel Anything Again.

Only In Quietness Do We Possess Our Own Minds And Discover The Resources Of The Inner Life.

When One Door Closes, Another One Opens, But Sometimes We Wait Too Long Looking At The Closed Door, And Never Realize That Another Door Has Been Opened.

True Friends Never Apart Maybe In Distance But Never In Heart