The Burden Of Happiness Can

Anything That Can Be Put In A Nut Shell Should Remain There.

There's No Believing In God...we Either Know God, Or We Don't.

The Cloak Of The Past Is Cut From Patches Of Feeling ,and Sewn With Rebus Threads.most Of The Time , The Best We Can Do Is Wrap It Around Ourselves For Comfort Or Drag It Behind Us As We Struggle To Go On .

I Think That It Is A Part Of Growing Up, Learning To Control Our Suffering. I Think That When We Grow Up, And Learn That Happiness Is Rare, And Passes Quickly, We Become Disillusioned And Hurt. And How Much We Suffer Is A Mark Of How Much We Have Been Hurt By This Realisation. Suffering, You See, Is A Kind Of Anger. We Rage Against The Unfairness, The Injustice Of Our Sad And Sorry Lot.

Indians Are The Italians Of Asia And Vice Versa. Every Man In Both Countries Is A Singer When He Is Happy, And Every Woman Is A Dancer When She Walks To The Shop At The Corner. For Them, Food Is The Music Inside The Body And Music Is The Food Inside The Heart. Amore Or Pyar Makes Every Man A Poet, A Princess Of Peasant Girl If Only For Second Eyes Of Man And Woman Meets.