I Only Hope To Do

Teach Them The Quiet Words Of Kindness, To Live Beyond Themselves. Urge Them Toward Excellence, Drive Them Toward Gentleness, Pull Them Deep Into Yourself, Pull Them Upward Toward Manhood, But Softly Like An Angel Arranging Clouds. Let Your Spirit Move Through Them Softly.

The Great Teachers Fill You Up With Hope And Shower You With A Thousand Reasons To Embrace All Aspects Of Life. I Wanted To Follow Mr. Monte Around For The Rest Of My Life, Learning Everything He Wished To Share Of Impart, But I Didn't Know How To Ask.

I've Always Believed That Dreams Were Both The Love Letters And The Hate Mail Of The Subconscious.

My Soul Grazes Like A Lamb On The Beauty Of An Indrawn Tide.

Music Could Ache And Hurt, That Beautiful Music Was A Place A Suffering Man Could Hide.