Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What

[failure Is Hard Initially Because] One Knows What One Has Lost, But Not What One May Find [and Learn From That Failure]!

I Regard As A Mortal Sin Not Only The Lying Of The Senses In Matters Of Love, But Also The Illusion Which The Senses Seek To Create Where Love Is Only Partial. I Say, I Believe, That One Must Love With All Of One's Being, Or Else Live, Come What May, A Life Of Complete Chastity.

Years Do Not Always Make Age.

Life In Common Among People Who Love Each Other Is The Ideal Of Happiness.

Weakness Is Oftentimes So Palpable As To Be Equivalent To Wickedness.