It's Not Your Pictures I Like; It's

The Struggle To The Top Alone Will Make A Human Heart Swell.

Without Work All Life Goes Rotten.

No Doubt Our Love Was Still There, But Quite Simply It Was Unusable, Heavy To Carry, Inert Inside Of Us, Sterile As Crime Or Condemnation. It Was No Longer Anything Except A Patience With No Future And A Stubborn Wait.

Great Ideas Come Into The World As Gently As Doves.

For There Is Merely Bad Luck In Not Being Loved; There Is Misfortune In Not Loving.