Do You Hear The Children Singing?

Language That Tells Us, Through A More Or Less Emotional Reaction, Something That Can Not Be Said.

To Some Will Come A Time When Change Itself Is Beauty, If Not Heaven.

No Matter What We Are, And What We Sing, Time Finds A Withered Leaf In Every Laurel

I Shall Have More To Say When I Am Dead.

Were It Not For Love, Poor Life Would Be A Ship Not Worth Launching.