Beauty Is Nothing But The Beginning Of

Who Is There Today Who Still Cares About A Well-finished Death? No One. Even The Rich, Who Could After All Afford This Luxury, Are Beginning To Grow Lazy And Indifferent; The Desire To Have A Death Of One's Own Is Becoming More And More Rare. In A Short Time It Will Be As Rare As A Life Of One's Own.

The Highest Form Of Love Is To Be The Protector Of Another Person’s Solitude.

One Moment Your Life Is A Stone In You, And The Next Moment A Star!

What Happens Most Deeply Inside You Is Worthy Of Your Whole Love.

In One Creative Thought A Thousand Forgotten Nights Of Love Revive, Filling It With Sublimity And Exaltation.