Lost Love Is Still Love.

As Mankind Grew Obsessed With Its Hours, The Sorrow Of Lost Time Became A Permanent Hole In The Human Heart. People Fretted Over Missed Chances, Over Inefficient Days; They Worried Constantly About How Long They Would Live, Because Counting Life’s Moments Had Led, Inevitably, To Counting Them Down. Soon, In Every Nation And In Every Language, Time Became The Most Precious Commodity.

As Long As We Can Love Each Other, And Remember The Feeling Of Love We Had, We Can Die Without Ever Really Going Away.

This Is How You Start To Get Respect, By Offering Something That You Have.

Do Not Worry About Tomorrow, For Tomorrow Will Worry About Itself.

Mankind Is Connected In Ways It Does Not Understand - Even In Dreams.