There Are No Friends; Only Moments Of

God Does Not Believe In Our God.

Life Is What Our Character Makes It. We Fashion It, As A Snail Does Its Shell. A Man Can Say: I Never Made A Fortune Because It Is Not In My Character To Be Rich.

We Spend Our Lives Talking About This Mystery. Our Life.

Love Is Like An Hourglass, With The Heart Filling Up As The Brain Empties.

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.