The Period Without The Diary Remains An

Life Is A Process Of Becoming, A Combination Of States We Have To Go Through. Where People Fail Is That They Wish To Elect A State And Remain In It. This Is A Kind Of Death.

The Cynic Is A Coward. He Foresees All Barrenness So That Barrenness Can Never Surprise Him.

Tropical Nights Are Hammocks For Lovers.

The Dream Has To Be Translated Into Reality.

Living Never Wore One Out So Much As The Effort Not To Live.