The Call Of Love Sounds Very Hollow

The Longer You Live And The More You Learn, The More Clearly You Will Feel The Difference Between The Few Men Who Are Truly Great And The Mere Virtuosi.

I Am Hitting My Head Against The Walls, But The Walls Are Giving Way.

Spring Won't Let Me Stay In This House Any Longer! I Must Get Out And Breathe The Air Deeply Again.

Tradition Is The Spreading Of Fire And Not The Veneration Of Ashes.

I Hope You Will No Longer Accuse Me Of A Lack Of Delicacy. As I Now Count On Your Understanding.