The Glass I Drink From

The Life Of A Devotee Is A Crusade Of Which The Heart Is The Holy Land.

In Love Matters; Keep Your Pen From Paper.

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

Romanticism Is The Abuse Of Adjectives

Take Time As It Comes, The Wind As It Blows, Woman As She Is.