She Listened To Him All Night And

To A Friend, Achievement Is Good News, To An Enemy, It's Bragging.

The People Knew What Had Made Them Human. It Was Not Their Shortcomings, But Their Hearts.

Pure At Heart: To Be Like A Flower That Blooms As Gloriously, Brilliantly In A Secluded Wild Wood, Not Seen And Praised.

There Are Infinite Possibilities.

Ideals Do Exist, The Rest Is Just Temporary Interruption.