Doors Lead To Things And

They Say Everyone Needs Something To Love.

Time Had A Way Of Moulding People Into Shapes They Themselves No Longer Recognised.

It Was Such A Pleasure To Sink One's Hands Into The Warm Earth, To Feel At One's Fingertips The Possibilities Of The New Season.

Only People Unhappy In The Present Seek To Know The Future.

It's A Funny Thing, Character, The Way It Brands People As They Age, Rising From Within To Leave Its Scar.