Everyone In The World Is Christ And

I Wanted To Run Away From Everything But I Wanted To Run Towards Something Too.

Dare To Be Strong And Courageous. That Is The Road. Venture Anything.

Love Is Like A Wind Stirring The Grass Beneath Trees On A Black Night,' He Had Said. 'you Must Not Try To Make Love Definite. It Is The Divine Accident Of Life. If You Try To Be Definite And Sure About It And To Live Beneath The Trees, Where Soft Night Winds Blow, The Long Hot Day Of Disappointment Comes Swiftly And The Gritty Dust From Passing Wagons Gathers Upon Lips Inflamed And Made Tender By Kisses.

It May Be Life Is Only Worthwhile At Moments. Perhaps That Is All We Ought To Expect.

People Who Have Few Possessions Cling Tightly To Those They Have. That Is One Of The Facts That Make Life So Discouraging.