A City Becomes A World When One

An Idea Is Like A Rare Bird Which Cannot Be Seen. What One Sees Is The Trembling Of The Branch It Has Just Left.

A City Becomes A World When One Loves One Of Its Inhabitants.

It Only Takes One Match To Ignite A Haystack, Or One Remark To Fire A Mind.

Love Is Like Trench Warfare - You Cannot See The Enemy, But You Know He Is There And That It Is Wiser To Keep Your Head Down.

The Memory Of Man Is As Old As Misfortune