The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow

I Was A Crazy Young Man Who Let Himself Be Blinded By His Passions And Obeyed Only The Impulses Of The Moment.

The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow Among These Immobile Rocks.

A True Personality . . . Is Like A Robust Organism That, With Unconscious Sureness, Seeks Out And Digests The Nourishment Appropriate To It And Vigorously Rejects That Which Is Unsuitable.

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.

Tradition Is Not The Worship Of Ashes, But The Preservation Of Fire.