I see us giving love to each other in a time of quiet between storms. It's what we were meant to do.

Nothing endures but change.

The only thing that is constant is change.

Time is a game played beautifully by children.

If two people love each other$$$ there can be no happy end to it.

Anything worth dying for ... is certainly worth living for.

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.

The end of art is peace.

Everything has an end$$$ if only you live long enough to see it.

You should dream more. Reality in our century is not something to be faced.