My Aunt Once Said That

Walking On Water Wasn't Built In A Day.

When You've Understood This Scripture, Throw It Away. If You Can't Understand This Scripture, Throw It Away. I Insist On Your Freedom.

It's Good-bye. But We Lean Forward To The Next Crazy Venture Beneath The Skies

My Fault, My Failure, Is Not In The Passions I Have, But In My Lack Of Control Of Them.

In My Madness I Was Actually In Love With Her For The Few Hours It All Lasted; It Was The Same Unmistakable Ache And Stab Across The Mind, The Same Sighs, The Same Pain, And Above All The Same Reluctance And Fear To Approach.