A Human Life Is A

Life Is Like A Beautiful Melody, Only The Lyrics Are Messed Up.

When The Bird Of The Heart Begins To Sing, Too Often Will Reason Stop Up Her Ears.

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.

Every Time A Good Child Dies, An Angel Of God Comes Down To Earth. He Takes The Child In His Arms, Spreads Out His Great White Wings, And Flies With It All Over The Places The Child Loved On Earth. The Angel Plucks A Large Handful Of Flowers, And They Carry It With Them Up To God, Where The Flowers Bloom More Brightly Than They Ever Did On Earth.