Death Always Leaves One Singer To Mourn.

I Am In Paris. Yes Ma'am , I Made It Back. I Came Up From Berlin, Stopped Here Ten Days, Fought A Losing Battle Against My Deepest Inclinations, Pulled Myself Out By The Hair And Went To Madrid...madrid Is A Lovely Enchanting City, And There Was Almost Ready For Me A Kind Of Penthouse Full Of Sunlight, A Roof Garden, And So On. I Gave One Look At It All, Returned To The Hotel And Went To Bed And Wept Bitterly For Eleven Hours...why? Because I Had Seen Paris And Could Not Endure The Thought Of Being Anywhere Else.

The Past Is Never Where You Think You Left It.

Adventure Is Something You Seek For Pleasure, Or Even For Profit, Like A Gold Rush Or Invading A Country;...but Experience Is What Really Happens To You In The Long Run; The Truth That Finally Overtakes You.

The Real Sin Against Life Is To Abuse And Destroy Beauty, Even One's Own Even More, One's Own, For That Has Been Put In Our Care And We Are Responsible For Its Well-being.

Trust Your Happiness And The Richness Of Your Life At This Moment. It Is As True And As Much Yours As Anything Else That Ever Happened To You.