When We Walk Towards The Sun Of

I Love An Author The More For Having Been Himself A Lover Of Books.

We Are All Architects Of Faith, Ever Living In These Walls Of Time.

I Do Not Believe Anyone Can Be Perfectly Well, Who Has A Brain And A Heart

The Sky Is Filled With Stars, Invisible By Day.

Three Silences There Are: The First Of Speech, The Second Of Desire, The Third Of Thought.