The richest love is that which submits to the arbitration of time. >>
Now stiff on a pillar with a phallic air nelson stylites in Trafalgar >>
Truth disappears with the telling of it. >>
I have been a stranger in a strange land. >>
Most travel is best of all in the anticipation or the remembering; the >>
What childishness is it that while there's breath of life in our bodie >>
Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will --whatever we may think.