Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion

Today a new sun rises for me; everything lives, everything is animated, everything seems to speak to me of my passion, everything invites me to cherish it

Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.

Love never dies of starvation, but often of indigestion.

The joy of a spirit is the measure of its power.

The ideal has many names, and beauty is but one of them.