You Can Only Predict Things After They

A Man With A Soul Is Not Like Every Other Man.

Of Course, Not Everything Is Unsayable In Words, Only The Living Truth.

Mediocrity Is More Dangerous In A Critic Than In A Writer.

The Brightest Light, The Light Of Italy, The Purest Sky Of Scandinavia In The Month Of June Is Only A Half-light When One Compares It To The Light Of Childhood. Even The Nights Were Blue.

You've Always Made The Mistake Of Being Yourself.