I have rubbed, knocked and brushed up against a thousand windows, trying to get an image.

I've given up the looking glass; quicksilver has no sense of tact.

Many never realize they always had the key in their pocket, so they die at the locked door, never reaching deep inside to pull it out.

I know that mirrors give us a false sense of confidence.” I continued. “The reflection that we see everyday has nothing to do with how others see us. The glass lies.

The beauty on the inside, will determine the ugly on the outside.

If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.