For Myself, I Declare I Don't Know

How Can I Be Useful, Of What Service Can I Be? There Is Something Inside Me, What Can It Be?

I Want To Get To The Point Where People Say Of My Work, That Man Feels Deeply.

There Is No Such Thing As An Ugly Woman.

I Often Think Of You All, One Cannot Do What One Wants In Life. The More You Feel Attached To A Spot, The More Ruthlessly You Are Compelled To Leave It, But The Memories Remain, And One Remembers - As In A Looking Glass, Darkly - One's Absent Friends.

I Am Not An Adventurer By Choice But By Fate.