Anyone Can Be A Fisherman In May.

I Love You For All That You Are, All That You Have Been, All That You're Yet To Be.

The Fools Think I Am Writing Algebra But What I Am Really Writing Is Geometry.

The Rain Will Stop, The Night Will End, The Hurt Will Fade. Hope Is Never So Lost That It Can't Be Found.

My Big Fish Must Be Somewhere.

There Are So Many Good Ones To Paint And If You Paint As Well As You Really Can And Keep Out Of All Other Things And Do That, It Is The True Thing.