Every One Of Us Is Blind And

Surely There Is No Road Of Effort So Steep But A Loving Deed May Soften Its Hardshness.

Love? Why ... It Is What Everybody Feels For Everybody Else.

Every Modern War Has Had Its Roots In Exploitation.

So Long As The Memory Of Certain Beloved Friends Lives In My Heart, I Shall Say That Life Is Good.

The Tragic Side Of Many Architectural Enterprises Is That They Destroy Natural Beauties Which Are A Priceless Possession And Cannot Be Replaced.