One Knows Less About One's

The More The Heart Is Nourished With Happiness, The More It Is Insatiable.

I Felt The Vulnerability, The Fragility Of The Children Of The World, And How It Was, Nonetheless, On Their Frail Shoulders That We Loaded The Weight Of Our Weary Hopes And Eternal New Beginnings.

Ideas Often Last But A Day; Feelings, Dreams Almost Forever.

Poverty Is Like A Pain, Dormant And Unbearable As Long As You Don't Move About Too Much. You Grow Used To It, You End Up By Paying No Attention To It. But Once You Presume To Bring It Out In The Daylight, It Becomes Terrifying, You See It At Last In All Its Squalor And You Shrink From Exposing It To The Sun.

Could We Ever Know Each Other In The Slightest Without The Arts?