We Are Imprisoned In The

Sometimes The Most Beautiful Thing Is Precisely The One That Comes Unexpectedly And Unearned, Hence Something Given Truly As A Present.

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

Things Are Not As We Would Like Them To Be. There Is Only One Way To Deal With It, Namely To Try And Be All Right Oneself.

The Horrors Of War, Pale Beside The Loss Of A Mother

Creative Minds Have Always Been Known To Survive Any Kind Of Bad Training.