The Smells Of Christmas Are

The Smells Of Christmas Are The Smells Of Childhood [p. 53]

Sunsets, Like Childhood, Are Viewed With Wonder Not Just Because They Are Beautiful But Because They Are Fleeting.

Maybe, If We Just Accepted Our Deaths, We Might Finally Start To Live.

Heroes Rarely Look The Way We Draw Them In Our Minds: Attractive, Imposing Figures With Rippling Muscles And Strong Chins. More Times Than Not They Are Humble Beings, Small And Flawed. It Is Only Their Spirits That Are Beautiful And Strong.

Some Men See Mountains As Obstacles. Others As A Canvas.