Writing History Is Like Drinking An Ocean

One Never Tires Of What Is Well Written, Style Is Life! It Is The Very Blood Of Thought!

Are The Days Of Winter Sunshine Just As Sad For You, Too? When It Is Misty, In The Evenings, And I Am Out Walking By Myself, It Seems To Me That The Rain Is Falling Through My Heart And Causing It To Crumble Into Ruins.

The Only Way To Avoid Being Unhappy Is To Close Yourself Up In Art And To Count For Nothing All The Rest.

A Friend Who Dies, It's Something Of You Who Dies.

You Can't Find The Soul With A Scalpel.