Roses Can Grow In Slums Just As

We Stone Our Prophets, Then Build Monuments To Them After They're Gone.

I Don't Think It Is As Much A Human Foible As It Is A Human Curse That We Cannot Understand The Beauty Of A Thing Until It Is Gone.

I Think The Secret To A Hoppy Life Is A Selective Memory. Remember What You Are Most Grateful For And Quickly Forget What Your Not.

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

Sometimes Its Not The Strength But Gentleness That Cracks The Hardest Shells.