Human Love Is Often But The Encounter

If You Would Tell Me The Heart Of A Man, Tell Me Not What He Reads, But What He Rereads.

There Is No Accident In Our Choice Of Reading. All Our Sources Are Related.

Doubt Is Nothing But A Trivial Agitation On The Surface Of The Soul, While Deep Down There Is A Calm Certainty.

The Grandeur Of Man Lies In Song, Not In Thought.

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.