The Heart That Once Has Been Your

Few Persons Enjoy Real Liberty; We Are All Slaves To Ideas Or Habits.

The Fumes Of Wine Fermented In My Head; It Was One Of Those Moments Of Intoxication When All That Ones Sees And Hears, Speaks To One Of The Adored.... One Would Willingly Embrace All Who Smile, And One Feels That He Is Brother Of All Who Live.

I Don't Know Where My Road Is Going, But I Know That I Walk Better When I Hold Your Hand.

Man Is A Pupil, Pain Is His Teacher.

Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or Old.