The appearance of things changes according to the emotions; and thus we see magic and beauty in them, while the magic and beauty are really in ourselves.
Yesterday was a beautiful tune on the lips of life and today is a silent secret.
Solitude has soft, silky hands, but with strong fingers it grasps the heart and makes it ache with sorrow.
The poets and writers are trying to understand the reality of woman, but up to this day they have not understand the hidden secret of her heart because they look upon her from behind the sexual veil and see nothing but the externals: they look upon h...
