When a Wanderess has been caged, or perched with her wings clipped, She lives like a Stoic, She lives most heroic, smiling with ruby, moistened lips once her cup of Death is welcome sipped.

She was like the sun, She knew her place in the world - She would shine again regardless of all the storms and changeable weather She wouldn't adjust her purpose for things that pass.

Well, I always know what I want. And when you know what you want--you go toward it. Sometimes you go very fast, and sometimes only an inch a year. Perhaps you feel happier when you go fast. I don't know. I've forgotten the difference long ago, because it really doesn't matter, so long as you move.

There is no beauty in sadness. No honor in suffering. No growth in fear. No relief in hate. It__ just a waste of perfectly good happiness.

Everyone wants to live on top of the mountain, but all the happiness and growth occurs while you're climbing it.

A lot of people don't believe in themselves due to their strong negative beliefs. So when they start to see some of the people around them succeeding in life, they become extremely jealous and bitter. This is because they have programmed their subconscious minds to perceive success as a permanent mystery in their lives. But little do they know that the future outcomes of their lives depend on their frequent interpretations of their abilities.