I Couldn't Imagine Anything More

The Calendar And The Mirror - They're Bastards.

There's No Comparison Between The Most Precious Parts Of One's Personal Life And Success And Wealth. If You Lost Someone Near And Dear To You, You Can't Relate It To Any Amount Of Fame, Fortune And Luxury. You Just Have To Go On Living.

I Think That Passion And Love And Pain Are All Bearable, And They Go To Make Love Beautiful.

Little Drops Of Rain Whisper Of The Pain Tears Of Love Lost In The Days Gone By.

Maybe I'm Just Flying My Own Little Ego Ship, But Sometimes People Resent Talent.