I Love Giving Flowers. It Is So

Have The Courage To Write Whatever Your Dream Is For Yourself.

There Is Only One Real Deprivation... And That Is Not To Be Able To Give One's Gifts To Those One Loves Most.

I Can Understand People Simply Fleeing The Mountainous Effort Christmas Has Become... But There Are Always A Few Saving Graces And Finally They Make Up For All The Bother And Distress.

I Am Not Ready To Die, / But I Am Learning To Trust Death / As I Have Trusted Life.

For To Be Desperate Is To Discover Strength. / We Die Of Comfort And By Conflict Live.