Love Taught Me That Your Honour Did

I Couldn't Have Thought Of Her More. Even Vacancy Was Crowded With Her.

Of Two Hearts One Is Always Warm And One Is Always Cold: The Cold Heart Is More Precious Than Diamonds: The Warm Heart Has No Value And Is Thrown Away.

We Forget Very Easily What Gives Us Pain.

Love Had Turned Into "love Affair" With A Begining And An End.

Writing Is A Form Of Therapy; Sometimes I Wonder How All Those Who Do Not Write, Compose Or Paint Can Manage To Escape The Madness, Melancholia, The Panic And Fear Which Is Inherent In A Human Situation.