I Hate Rarely, Though When I Hate,

I Believe The Lasting Revolution Comes From Deep Changes In Ourselves Which Influence Our Collective Life.

I Walk Ahead Of Myself In Perpetual Expectancy Of Miracles.

Gold Never Comes To The Dreamers - Except In Dreams.

She Lacks Confidence, She Craves Admiration Insatiably. She Lives On The Reflections Of Herself In The Eyes Of Others. She Does Not Dare To Be Herself.

The Possession Of Knowledge Does Not Kill The Sense Of Wonder And Mystery. There Is Always More Mystery.