Age Is Not Important Unless

There Is Only One Terminal Dignity - Love.

Legends Die Hard. They Survive As Truth Rarely Does.

All Through The Long Winter, I Dream Of My Garden. On The First Day Of Spring, I Dig My Fingers Deep Into The Soft Earth. I Can Feel Its Energy, And My Spirits Soar.

We Live In A Very Tense Society. We Are Pulled Apart... And We All Need To Learn How To Pull Ourselves Together.... I Think That At Least Part Of The Answer Lies In Solitude.

Stardom Can Be A Gilded Slavery.