Lord I Disbelieve - Help Thou My

The Armour Of Falsehood Is Subtly Wrought Out Of Darkness, And Hides A Man Not Only From Others, But From His Own Soul.

But Nothing In India Is Identifiable, The Mere Asking Of A Question Causes It To Disappear Or To Merge In Something Else.

I Really Don't Know What Happens Next -- One So Seldom Does.

“it Is Fate That I Am Here,” Persisted George. “but You Can Call It Italy If It Makes You Less Unhappy.”

The Emotions May Be Endless. The More We Express Them, The More We May Have To Express.