Masterpieces Are Only Lucky Attempts.

One Never Knows How Much A Family May Grow; And When A Hive Is Too Full, And It Is Necessary To Form A New Swarm, Each One Thinks Of Carrying Away His Own Honey.

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

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

It Is Extraordinary How Music Sends One Back Into Memories Of The Past.

Let Us Accept Truth, Even When It Surprises Us And Alters Our Views.