Where Love Is Absent There Can Be

Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What Happens That Counts.

You May Impose Silence Upon Me, But You Can Not Prevent Me From Thinking.

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

The Artist Vocation Is To Send Light Into The Human Heart.