Magna Est Veritas, Et Praevalebit: Truth Is

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

Often Times, The Greatest Peace Comes Of Surrender.

...for We Are All Amateurs At Life, But If We Do Not Focus Too Much On Our Mistakes, A Miraculous Picture Emerges. And We Learn That It's Not The Beauty Of The Image That Warrants Our Gratitude--it's The Chance To Paint.

I've Yet To Read A Love Story That Compares With Mine.