The art of living does not consist
in preserving and clinging
to a particular mood of happiness,
but in allowing happiness
to change its form without
being disappointed by the change;
for happiness, like a child,
must be allowed to grow up.
Pple R like stained-glass windows
dey sparkle n shine wen the sun is out
but wen da darkness sets in
their true beauty is revealed only if der is a light frm within
