I'm Not Full Of Virtues And Noble

A Woman's Heart Has No Wrinkles.

Every Historian Discloses A New Horizon.

Travelling Is Like A Novel: It's What Happens That Counts.

Nature Has Not Changed. The Night Is Still Unsullied, The Stars Still Twinkle, And The Wild Thyme Smells As Sweetly Now As It Did Then ... We May Be Afflicted And Unhappy, But No One Can Take From Us The Sweet Delight Which Is Nature's Gift To Those Who Love Her And Her Poetry.

There Is But On Virtue--the Eternal Sacrifice Of Self.