You Have To Find What’s Good And

All That Happens When Your Dreams Come True Is A Slow, Melting Realization That It Wasn't What You Thought.

My Own Father Didn't Talk A Lot About Feelings Or Emotions.

When He Went Blundering Back To God, His Songs Half Written, His Work Half Done, Who Knows What Paths His Bruised Feet Trod, What Hills Of Peace Or Pain He Won? I Hope God Smiled And Took His Hand, And Said, "poor Truant, Passionate Fool! Life’s Book Is Hard To Understand: Why Couldst Thou Not Remain At School?" A Poem By Charles Hanson Towne

The Running Boy Is Inside Every Man, No Matter How Old He Gets.

Strangers Are Family You Haven't Recognize Yet