For love is like a tree; it grows of itself; it send its roots deep into our being, and often continues to grow green over a heart in ruins.

“V'è uno spettacolo più grande del mare, ed è il cielo;v'è uno spettacolo più gr…”

“The beautiful has but one type, the ugly has a thousand. The fact is that the b…”

“owing money was the beginning of slavery ..... a creditor was worse than a boss…”

“If the soul is left in darkness, sins will be committed. The guilty one is not …”