Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

When We Drink Coffee, Ideas March In Like The Army

Glory Is The Sunshine Of The Dead

To Forget Is The Great Secret Of Strong Creative Natures; To Forget Is The Way Nature Herself Who Knows No Past And Who At Every Hour Begins The Mysteries Of Her Untiring Labors Afresh.

L'amour N'est Pas Seulement Un Sentiment, Il Est Un Art Aussi. Love Is Not Only A Feeling; It Is Also An Art.

Time Is The Only Capital Of Those Who Just Have Their Inteligence As Fortune.