Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is the workman in it.
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
We live as we dream - alone.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
And death shall have no dominion.
The trouble with being punctual is that nobodys there to appreciate it.
Nature is not a temple, but a workshop, and man is the workman in it.
Our memory is a more perfect world than the universe: it gives back life to those who no longer exist.
We live as we dream - alone.
I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.
And death shall have no dominion.
The trouble with being punctual is that nobodys there to appreciate it.