A Human Life Is A

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

Every Time A Good Child Dies, An Angel Of God Comes Down To Earth. He Takes The Child In His Arms, Spreads Out His Great White Wings, And Flies With It All Over The Places The Child Loved On Earth. The Angel Plucks A Large Handful Of Flowers, And They Carry It With Them Up To God, Where The Flowers Bloom More Brightly Than They Ever Did On Earth.

My Life Will Be The Best Illustration Of All My Work.

The Whole World Is A Series Of Miracles, But We're So Used To Them We Call Them Ordinary Things.

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.