When People Tell A Lie About Something,

The Sky Grew Darker, Painted Blue On Blue, One Stroke At A Time, Into Deeper And Deeper Shades Of Night.

We Each Have A Special Something We Can Get Only At A Special Time Of Our Life. Like A Small Flame. A Careful, Fortunate Few Cherish That Flame, Nurture It, Hold It As A Torch To Light Their Way. But Once That Flame Goes Out, It’s Gone Forever.

This May Be The Most Important Proposition Revealed By History: At The Time, No One Knew What Was Coming.

Whenever I Get Into Something, I Shut Out Everything Else.

Sometimes We Don't Need Words. Rather, It's Words That Need Us.