My Whole Life Has Been Merely A

Of Two Friends, One Is Always The Slave Of The Other, Although Frequently Neither Acknowledges The Fact To Himself.

A Strange Thing, The Human Heart In General, And Woman's Heart In Particular.

If Only People Thought A Little More About It, They Would See That Life Is Not Worrying About So Much.

Afraid Of Decision, I Buried My Finer Feelings In The Depths Of My Heart And They Died There.

Anyone Who Has Chanced Like Me To Roam Through Desolate Mountains And Studied At Length Their Fantastic Shapes And Drunk The Invigorating Air Of Their Valleys Can Understand Why I Wish To Describe And Depict These Magic Scenes For Others.