What Am I Doing Here In This

Written Kisses Never Arrive At Their Destination; The Ghosts Drink Them Up Along The Way.

The Whole Visible World Is Perhaps Nothing More Than The Rationalization Of A Man Who Wants To Find Peace For A Moment.

Every Thing That You Love, You Will Eventually Lose, But In The End, Love Will Return In A Different Form.

Test Yourself On Mankind. It Is Something That Makes The Doubter Doubt, The Believer Believe.

Love Has As Few Problems As A Motor Car. The Only Problems Are The Driver, The Passengers, And The Road.