Gossiping Is The Plague Of Little Towns.

Try To Keep Your Soul Young And Quivering Right Up To Old Age.

Unrequited Love Is As Different From The Mutual Love As The Error From The Truth.

Writing A Journal Means That Facing Your Ocean You Are Afraid To Swim Across It, So You Attempt To Drink It Drop By Drop.

... Love Is Too Delicate A Flower To Rise Again When One Has Trampled It Under Foot.

Genius, Whether Locked Up In A Cell Or Roaming At Large, Is Always Solitary.