We Can Sell Our Time, But We

Words Are Tears That Have Been Written Down. Tears Are Words That Need To Be Shed. Without Them, Joy Loses All Its Brilliance And Sadness Has No End.

My Turning Point Was My Pilgrimage To Santiago De Compostela. It Was Then That I, Who Had Dedicated Most Of My Life To Penetrate The 'secrets' Of The Universe, Realized That There Are No Secrets. Life Is And Will Always Be A Mystery.

I Knew It,’ She Says. ‘i Knew I Had Met You Before. I Knew It The First Time I Saw Your Photograph. It’s As If We Had To Meet Again At Some Point In This Life. I Talked To My Friends About It, But They Thought I Was Crazy, That Thousands Of People Must Say The Same Thing About Thousands Of Other People Every Day. I Thought They Must Be Right, But Life… Life Brought You To Me. You Came To Find Me, Didn’t You?

When He Wins The Battle, The Warrior Celebrates.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.