I Saw Myself Dancing Alone, Always Alone.

And Somewhere In That Crimson-colored Never-never Land Where I Pirouetted Madly, In A Wild And Crazy Effort To Exhaust Myself Into Insensibility, I Saw That Man, Shadowy And Distant, Half-hidden Behind Towering White Columns That Rose Clear Up To A Purple Sky. In A Passionate Pas De Deux He Danced With Me, Forever Apart, No Matter How Hard I Sought To Draw Nearer And Leap Into His Arms, Where I Could Feel Them Protective About Me, Supporting Me ... And With Him I'd Find, At Last, A Safe Place To Live And Love.

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

Life Is Like That - Twenty Minutes Of Misery For Every Two Seconds Of Joy.

What Is Normal? Normal Is Only Ordinary; Mediocre. Life Belongs To The Rare, Exceptional Individual Who Dares To Be Different.

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.