Memories Are Like Stones, Time And Distance

Who Cares About Great Marks Left Behind? We Have One Life... Just One. Our Life. We Have Nothing Else.

Nature Is Honest, We Aren't; We Embalm Our Dead.

When You Want To Believe In Something, You Also Have To Believe In Everything That's Necessary For Believing In It.

Sisterly Love Is, Of All Sentiments, The Most Abstract. Nature Does Not Grant It Any Functions.

Everyone Has, Inside Himself ... What Shall I Call It? A Piece Of Good News! Everyone Is ... A Very Great, Very Important Character.