Such Fickle Days Of Love When Pain

If The Errors Of My Life Have Profited Me One Great Truth It Is This: Believe. Believe In Your Destiny And The Star From Which It Shines. Believe You Have Been Sent From God As An Arrow Pulled From His Own Bow. It Is The Single Universal Trait Which The Great Of This Earth Have All Shared, While The Shadows Are Fraught With Ghosts Who Roam The Winds With Mournful Wails Of Regret On Their Lips. Believe As If Your Life Depended Upon It, For Indeed It Does.

. . . Harboring An Emotion As Powerful As Gratitude Has Power Of Its Own.

The Sweetness Of Reunion Is The Joy Of Heaven.

I Have Learned That Real Angels Don't Have Gossamer White Robes And Cherubic Skin, They Have Calloused Hands And Smell Of The Days' Sweat.

In Your Hurry To Keep Christmas, You Have Forgotten Christmas. The Truest Gift Of Christmas Is The Gift Of Self.