Sometimes the clouds weren__ weightless. Sometimes their bellies got dark and full. It was life. It happened. It didn__ mean it wasn__ scary, or that I wasn__ still afraid, but now I knew that as long as I was standing under it with Braden beside me when those clouds broke, I__ be alright.

Personality begins where comparison leaves off. Be unique. Be memorable. Be confident. Be proud.

Do we take less pride in the possession of our home because its walls were built by some unknown carpenter, its tapestries woven by some unknown weaver on a far Oriental shore, in some antique time? No. We show our home to our friends with the pride as if it were our home, which it is. Why then should we take less pride when reading a book written by some long-dead author? Is it not our book just as much, or even more so, than theirs? So the landowner says, __ook at my beautiful home! Isn__ it fine?_ And not, __ook at the home so-and-so has built._ Thus we shouldn__ cry, __ook what so-and-so has written. What a genius so-and-so is!_ But rather, __ook at what I have read! Am I not a genius? Have I not invented these pages? The walls of this universe, did I not build? The souls of these characters, did I not weave?

Quand le doigt montre le ciel, l__mbécile regarde le doigt. [When a finger is pointing up to the sky, only a fool looks at the finger.]

Genius is a sovereign power; it forms schools; it lays hold on the spirits of men, with irresistible might; and it exercises an immeasurable influence on the whole condition of human life. This sovereignty of genius is a gift of God, possessed only by his grace. It is subject to no one and is responsible to him alone who has granted it this ascendancy.

If you put a smile on someones face, it was a good day.