Russian Ladies, For The Most Part, Cherish

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

He In His Madness Prays For Storms, And Dreams That Storms Will Bring Him Peace.

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.

Women Only Love Those That They Don’t Know.

Love, Like Fire, Goes Out Without Fuel.