They will say you are on the wrong road, if it is your own. >>
In a full heart there is room for everything, and in an empty heart th >>
Certainties are arrived at only on foot. >>
The true art of memory is the art of attention. >>
When to the sessions of sweet silent thought I summon up remembrance o >>
Time -- our youth -- it never really goes, does it? It is all held in >>
One lives in the hope of becoming a memory.