Great Artists Have No Country.

In Love Matters; Keep Your Pen From Paper.

As All The Perfumes Of The Vanished Dayrise From The Earth Still Moistened With The Dewso From My Chastened Soul Beneath Thy Rayold Love Is Born Anew.

One Must Not Trifle With Love

Memory Is What Makes Us Young Or Old.

There Is No Worse Sorrow Than Remembering Happiness In The Day Of Sorrow.