Where There Is True Art

My Diary Has Its Own Kind Of Magic. It Gives Me The Feeling Of Having Accomplished Something. On Days When I Don't Have Time For This, I Feel Tortured.

Heaven Was The Place Where You Kept Alive The Dreams Of Your Memories.

It's Very Gratifying To Me To See My Works Bringing People Closer To My Country.

For If A Lover's Face Survives Emblazoned On Your Heart, The World Is Still Your Home.

Clocks And Calendars Do Not Exist To Remind Us Of The Time We've Forgotten But To Regulate Our Relations With Others And Indeed All Of Society, And This Is How We Use Them.