Hope wasn't a cottage industry; it was neither a product that she could manufacture like needlepoint samplers nor a substance she could secrete, in her cautious solitude, like a maple tree producing the essence of syrup. Hope was to be found in other people, by reaching out, by taking risks, by opening her fortress heart.

My favorite moments in the show are when I stand by myself and sing.

Wait,before you give up on something Coz that's when miracle happens.

The wise man does at once what the fool does finally.

Written By Niccolo Machiavelli

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