Something You Have To Make...it's All Work,

I Look Upon Life As A Gift From God. I Did Nothing To Earn It. Now That The Time Is Coming To Give It Back, I Have No Right To Complain.

People Don't Use Their Eyes. They Never See A Bird, They See A Sparrow. They Never See A Tree, They See A Birch. They See Concepts.

I Had Come At Last And My Heart Was Beating Again Strongly To A Heart That Could Not Know Despair Because It Forgot Itself In The Duty Of Its Love.

It Was As Dark As The Inside Of A Cabinet Minister.

Love Doesn't Grow On Trees Like Apples In Eden - It's Something You Have To Make. And You Must Use Your Imagination Too.