The Heart Does Not Go Backward. Only

What Comes To Your Mind When You Think Of The Word Transylvania, If You Ponder It At All? What Comes To My Mind Are Mountains Of Savage Beauty, Ancient Castles, Werewolves, And Witches - A Land Of Magical Obscurity. How, In Short, Am I To Believe I Will Still Be In Europe, On Entering Such A Realm? I Shall Let You Know If It's Europe Or Fairyland, When I Get There. First, Snagov - I Set Out Tomorrow.

It Was Good To Walk Into A Library Again; It Smelled Like Home.

These Atheist Cultures Were Certainly Diligent In Preserving The Relics Of Their Saints.

For The First Time, I Had Been Struck By The Excitement Of The Traveler Who Looks History In Her Subtle Face.

My Guess Is That He Remembers Some Of Me, Some Of Us Together, And The Rest Rolled Off Him Like Topsoil In A Flash Flood.