A Breath Of Paris Preserves The Soul.

How Did It Happen That Their Lips Came Together? How Does It Happen That Birds Sing, That Snow Melts, That The Rose Unfolds, That The Dawn Whitens Behind The Stark Shapes Of Trees On The Quivering Summit Of The Hill? A Kiss, And All Was Said.

Every Blade Has Two Edges; He Who Wounds With One Wounds Himself With The Other.

When A Man Understands The Art Of Seeing, He Can Trace The Spirit Of An Age And The Features Of A King Even In The Knocker On A Door.

He Reached For His Pocket, And Found There, Only Reality

There Is In Every Village A Torch - The Teacher; And An Extinguisher - The Priest.