Wait And Hope!

So Heavy Is The Chain Of Wedlock That It Needs Two To Carry It, And Sometimes Three.

True, I Have Raped History, But It Has Produced Some Beautiful Offspring.

We’ll Go Where The Air Is Pure, Where All Sounds Are Soothing, Where, No Matter How Proud One May Be, One Feels Humble And Finds Oneself Small- In Short, We’ll Go To The Sea. I Love The Sea As One Loves A Mistress And I Long For Her When I Haven’t Seen Her For Some Time

The Friends We Have Lost Do Not Repose Under The Ground...they Are Buried Deep In Our Hearts. It Has Been Thus Ordained That They May Always Accompany Us.

Moral Wounds Have This Peculiarity - They May Be Hidden, But They Never Close; Always Painful, Always Ready To Bleed When Touched, They Remain Fresh And Open In The Heart.