Everybody Has To Share Something. This Is

Sometimes Love Blinds Us, Other Times It Let's Us See.

In A Few More Days I'd Anticipated Telling Veronika That Our Injections Had Cured Her Heart Condition. But In Light Of Her Unscheduled Departure Form Villette My Telling That Particular Lie Will Not Be Required. The Majority Of People Who Attempt Suicide Repeat That Attempt Until They Succeed. I Took A Risk In Lying To Her About Her Condition, I Decided To Test The Only Remedy I Have Come To Have Any Faith In: Awareness Of Life. Until She Finds Out From Some Other Doctor That She Is Perfectly Healthy. She'll Consider Each Day A Miracle. Which In My View It Is.

The Glory Of The World Is Transitory, And We Should Not Measure Our Lives By It, But By The Choice We Make To Follow Our Personal Legend, To Believe In Our Utopias, And To Fight For Our Dreams.

In Order For Us To Liberate The Energy Of Our Strength, Our Weakness Must First Have A Chance To Reveal Itself.

Where Are They Written?" "in The World Around Us. Merely Be Attentive To What Happens In Your Life, And You Will Discover Where, Every Moment Of The Day, He Hides His Words And His Will. Seek To Do As He Asks: This Alone Is The Reason You Are In The World." "if I Discover It, I'll Write It On Clay Tablets." "do So. But Write Them, Above All, In Your Heart; There They Can Neither Burned Nor Destroyed, And You Will Take Them Wherever You Go.