By Trying To Understand Everything, Everything Makes

Love, She Thought, Must Come Suddenly, With Great Outbursts And Lightnings,--a Hurricane Of The Skies, Which Falls Upon Life, Revolutionises It, Roots Up The Will Like A Leaf, And Sweeps The Whole Heart Into The Abyss.

I Love Good Sense Above All, Perhaps Because I Have None.

A Memory Is A Beautiful Thing, It's Almost A Desire That You Miss.

I'm Absolutely Removed From The World At Such Times...the Hours Go By Without My Knowing It. Sitting There I'm Wandering In Countries I Can See Every Detail Of - I'm Playing A Role In The Story I'm Reading. I Actually Feel I'm The Characters - I Live And Breath With Them.

What Is Beautiful Is Moral, That Is All There Is To It.