A Smile Is Often The Key Thing.one

You See, One Loves The Sunset When One Is So Sad.

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

* If Someone Loves A Flower, Of Which Just One Single Blossom Grows, In All The Millions Of Stars, It Is Enough To Make Him Happy Just To Look At The Stars.

He Had Taken Seriously Words Which Were Without Importance, And It Made Him Very Unhappy.

How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.