The Nighttime Of The Body Is The

It Is Only In Sorrow Bad Weather Masters Us; In Joy We Face The Storm And Defy It.

What We Buy, And Pay For, Is Part Of Ourselves.

The Matrimonial Shoe Pinches Me.

Time Is A Very Precious Gift- So Precious That It Is Only Given To Us Moment By Moment.

I Wear The Key Of Memory, And Can Open Every Door In The House Of My Life.