{Dan}:
I can't change the direction of the wind, but I can adjust my sails to always reach my destination.
{Dan}:
There is a garden in every childhood, an enchanted place where colors are brighter, the air softer, and the morning more fragrant than ever again.
{Dan}:
“The day is done, and the darkness, Falls from the wings of Night, As a feather is wafted downward, From an eagle in his flight"
{Dan}:
Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all.
