Fear: The Best Way Out Is Through.

If I Write What My Soul Thinks It Will Be Visible, And The Words Will Be Its Body.

The Million Little Things That Drop Into Your Hands, The Small Opportunities Each Day Brings, He Leaves Us Free To Use Or Abuse, And Goes Unchanging Along His Silent Way

When All You Can Feel Are The Shadows, Turn Your Face Towards The Sun.

I Am Only One, But Still I Am One.

When We Do The Best That We Can, We Never Know What Miracle Is Wrought In Our Life, Or In The Life Of Another.