It Is Always Our Own

Happiness Is The Intoxication Produced By The Moment Of Poise Between A Satisfactory Past And An Immediate Future, Rich With Promise.

The Benefits Of The Accomplished Journey Cannot Be Weighed In Terms Of Perfect Moments, But In Terms Of How This Journey Affects And Changes Our Character.

When The Heart Speaks, Its Language Is The Same Under All Latitudes.

Certain Travelers Give The Impression That They Keep Moving Because Only Then Do They Feel Fully Alive.

I Am Sure That Instinctively We Wish To Be Everything, To Possess It-why Cut The Rose Or Marry The Man, Otherwise?