There [is] No Innocence More Dangerous Than

What Matters In Life Is Not What Happens To You But What You Remember And How You Remember It.

It Is Life, More Than Death, That Has No Limits.

He Was Carrying A Suitcase With Clothing In Order To Stay And Another Just Like It With Almost Two Thousand Letters That She Had Written Him. They Were Arranged By Date In Bundles Ties With Colored Ribbons, And They Were All Unopened.

The Anxiety Of Falling In Love Could Not Find Repose Except In Bed.

No, Not Rich. I Am A Poor Man With Money, Which Is Not The Same Thing.