Thoughts pass in my mind like flocks of lucks in the sky.I hear the voice of their wings .

I don't want other people to decide who I am. I want to decide that for myself.

The future belongs to those who can adapt and evolve.

Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears TO-DAY of past Regrets and future Fears: To-morrow!—Why, To-morrow I may be Myself with Yesterday's Sev'n thousand Years.