What Remains Is Solitude.

The Air And The Sky Seem To Have Been Freshly Washed And Polished, And The People Too.

Habit: Often Mistaken For Love.

I Love Quotations Because It Is A Joy To Find Thoughts One Might Have, Beautifully Expressed With Much Authority By Someone Recognized Wiser Than Oneself.

Where Have All The Flowers Gone

Your Daughter Is Your Child For Life.