Success is relative. It is what we can make of the mess we have made o >>
Liberty is a different kind of pain from prison. >>
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it. >>
Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise! >>
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May. >>
For like as herbs and trees bringing forth fruit and flourish in May, >>
April is the cruelest month, breeding lilacs out of the dead land, mixing memory and desire, stirring dull roots with spring rain.