Nothing Ever Fits The Palm So Perfectly,

I Know Now That When The Loving, Honest Moment Comes It Should Be Seized, And Spoken, Because It May Never Come Again. And Unvoiced, Unmoving, Unlived In The Things We Declare Form Heart To Heart, Those True And Real Feelings Wither And Crumble In The Remembering Hand That Tries Too Late To Reach For Them.

It Isn't A Secret, Unless Keeping It Hurts.

There's A Kind Of Luck That's Not Much More Than Being In The Right Place At The Right Time, A Kind Of Inspiration That's Not Much More Than Doing The Right Thing In The Right Way, And Both Only Really Happen To You When You Empty Your Heart Of Ambition, Purpose, And Plan; When You Give Yourself, Completely, To The Golden, Fate-filled Moment.

I Was Free. Every Day, When You're On The Run, Is The Whole Of Your Life. Every Free Minute Is A Short Story With A Happy Ending.

There’s Too Much Love In The World. Sometimes I Think That’s What Heaven Is---- A Place Where Everybody’s Happy Because Nobody Loves Anybody Else, Ever.