People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have

May Your Hand Be Full For Always If Only With Another Hand. May Your Heart Be Empty Only Long Enough To Give You Cause To Fill It Up Again With Love. May Your Soul Be Lost By You Only To Be Found By God.

I Have Never Known A Cat That Couldn't Quiet Me Down Just By Walking Slowly Past My Chair.

We Will All Wake Up Semi-angels, If We Wake At All.

Extending Your Hand Is Extending Yourself.

People Are Not Born Bastards. They Have To Work At It.