Human Love Is Often But

No Love, No Friendship, Can Cross The Path Of Our Destiny Without Leaving Some Mark On It Forever.

Men Resemble Great Deserted Palaces: The Owner Occupies Only A Few Rooms And Has Closed-off Wings Where He Never Ventures.

To Love Someone Is To See A Miracle Invisible To Others.

A Man's Passion For The Mountain Is, Above All, His Childhood Which Refuses To Die.

If The Flame Inside You Goes Out, The Souls That Are Next To You Will Die Of Cold.