A Language Which We Do Not Know

... In Love, Barriers Cannot Be Destroyed From The Outside By The One To Whom The Cause Despair, No Matter What He Does; And It Isonly When He Is No Longer Concerned With Them That, Suddenly, As A Result Of Work Coming From Elsewhere, Accomplished Within The One Who Did Not Love Him, These Barriers, Formerly Attacked Without Success, Fall Futilely.

We Live Not Alone But Chained To A Creature Of A Different Kingdom: Our Body.

A Work In Which There Are Theories Is Like An Object Which Still Has The Ticket That Shows Its Price.

A Cathedral, A Wave Of A Storm, A Dancer's Leap, Never Turn Out To Be As High As We Had Hoped.

Sometimes In This Life, Under The Stress Of An Exceptional Emotion, People Do Say What They Think.