I Am Living At The Villa Borghese.

In Expanding The Field Of Knowledge We But Increase The Horizon Of Ignorance.

Greece Is The Home Of The Gods; They May Have Died But Their Presence Still Makes Itself Felt. The Gods Were Of Human Proportion: They Were Created Out Of The Human Spirit.

Writing, Like Life Itself, Is A Voyage Of Discovery.

You Start Out With The Sublime And You End Up In An Alley Jerking Away For Dear Life.

Every Time You Come To The Limit Of What Is Demanded Of You, You Are Faced With The Same Problem-to Be Yourself!