Some Are Created For Beauty, And Some

It Is Out Of Reality That The Most Peculiar Tale Of All Is Born ... Some Call Me The Elder Granny, Others - The Dryad, But My Real Name Is Memory. It Is I Who Sits On A Tree That Keeps On Growing, And Growing, It Is I Who Reminisces And Tells Stories.

Time Is So Fleeting That If We Do Not Remember God In Our Youth, Age May Find Us Incapable Of Thinking Of Him.

She Laughed And Danced With The Thought Of Death In Her Heart.

The Naive Was Only A Part Of My Fairy Tales; Humour Was The Real Salt In Them.

It Is The Power Of Thought That Gives Man Power Over Nature.