It takes time, or does time take it?

Sometimes the wind will take you, or sometimes the wind will carry you.

You need to make time for your family no matter what happens in your life

The paint is drying, and time is dying. The pain is crying, lying on my back, trying to get back the time, to brushstrokes too fast, wet went dry and love went dull; now I live in a portrait I never painted.

Insofar as there shall always be a desire, there shall always be a want and there shall always be a need

Find your way early, on the road of life. For the way is too long to be struggling, and far too short to be waiting.