Eighty Percent Of Our Criminals

My Life Is A Lovely Story, Happy And Full Of Incident.

Just Living Is Not Enough... One Must Have Sunshine, Freedom, And A Little Flower.

Human Beings, On The Contrary, Have A Soul Which Lives Forever, Lives After The Body Has Been Turned To Dust. It Rises Up Through The Clear, Pure Air Beyond The Glittering Stars.

Happy Domestic Life Is Like A Beautiful Summer's Evening; The Heart Is Filled With Peace; And Everything Around Derives A Peculiar Glory.

Everything You Look At Can Become A Fairy Tale And You Can Get A Story From Everything You Touch.