The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In

With The Passage Of Time, As Well As The Social Evolution And Genetic Exchange, We Ended Up Putting Our Conscience In The Color Of Our Blood And The Salt Of Our Tears.

As So Often Happens, The Thing Left Undone Tires You Most Of All, You Only Feel Rested When It Has Been Accomplished.

Writer's Make National Literature, While Translators Make Universal Literature.

We All Have Our Moments Of Weakness, Just As Well That We Are Still Capable Of Weeping, Tears Are Often Our Salvation, There Are Times When We Would Die If We Did Not Weep - Blindness

Earthenware Is Like People, It Needs To Be Well Treated.