Though An Angel Should Write, Still 'tis

You May Break, You May Shatter The Vase, If You Will, But The Scent Of The Roses Will Hang Round It Still.

Go Where We May, Rest Where We Will, Eternal London Haunts Us Still.

It May Help Us, In Those Times Of Trouble, To Remember That Love Is Not Only About Relationship, It Is Also An Affair Of The Soul.

It Is Only To The Happy That Tears Are A Luxury.

A Genuine Odyssey Is Not About Piling Up Experiences. It Is A Deeply Felt, Risky, Unpredictable Tour Of The Soul.