Love Is A Fault; So Be It.

Art Needs No Spur Beyond Itself.

A Mother's Arms Are Made Of Tenderness And Children Sleep Soundly In Them.

Houses Are Like The Human Beings That Inhabit Them.

Are You Afraid Of The Good You Might Do?

God Will Bless You,' Said He, 'you Are An Angel Since You Take Care Of The Flowers.' 'no,' She Replied. 'i Am The Devil, But That's All The Same To Me.