My Love Had Grown One With My

I Was Ready To Love The Whole World, But No One Understood Me, And I Learned To Hate.

My Love Had Grown One With My Soul; It Became Darker, But Did Not Go Out

We Survive On Novelty, So Much Less Demanding Than Commitment.

Anyone Who Has Chanced Like Me To Roam Through Desolate Mountains And Studied At Length Their Fantastic Shapes And Drunk The Invigorating Air Of Their Valleys Can Understand Why I Wish To Describe And Depict These Magic Scenes For Others.

Passions Are Merely Ideas In Their Initial Stage.