We Write To Taste Life Twice, In

Compassion For Our Parents Is The True Sign Of Maturity.

You Carry Away With You A Reflection Of Me, A Part Of Me. I Dreamed You; I Wished For Your Existence. You Will Always Be A Part Of My Life. If I Love You, It Must Be Because We Shared, At Some Moment, The Same Imaginings, The Same Madness, The Same Stage.

What Is Love But Acceptance Of The Other, Whatever He Is.

She Acquired The Certainty Of The Expansion Of Time By Depth Of Emotion, Range And Infinite Multiplicity Of Experience.

The Richest Source Of Creation Is Feeling, Followed By A Vision Of Its Meaning.