We Can Never Be Born Enough.

Deeds Cannot Dream What Dreams Can Do

Your Homecoming Will Be My Homecoming

Art Is A Mystery. A Mystery Is Something Immeasurable.

His Lips Drink Water But His Heart Drinks Wine

There's Time For Laughing And There's Time For Crying— For Hoping For Despair For Peace For Longing —a Time For Growing And A Time For Dying: A Night For Silence And A Day For Singing But More Than All(as All Your More Than Eyes Tell Me)there Is A Time For Timelessness