If You Hold A Bird Too Tightly,

Beauty Thinks It Needs No Talent And Can Feed On Itself, So It Soon Dies.

A Flower Blooms Best In A Happy Pot.

I Never Realized That The Blue Sky I Saw Was Not The Soft, Nurturing Sky Of Spring, But The Cold, Chilling, Lonely Sky Of Winter

Children Are Very Wise Intuitively; They Know Who Loves Them Most, And Who Only Pretends.

I Wish The Night Would End, I Wish The Day'd Begin, I Wish It Would Rain Or Snow, Or The Wind Would Blow, Or The Grass Would Grow, I Wish I Had Yesterday, I Wish There Were Games To Play.