The secret to life is...a secret so i cant tell you

the saddest fact of life is growing up

I cant help it you see i have this habit of throwing smiles around and it makes me quite sad when people drop them.

When i'm lying in bed awake at night, thinking of many things; of shoes and ships and sealing wax, and cabbages and kings, there are many a people that come waltzing through my mind and at this midnight hour i wonder if I'M dancing in anyone else's mind.

Dreams travel far, coming from wishes off stars.

When all's said and done tears and laughter are much the same thing. After all what difference is there really in a hearty laugh or a good cry?