One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

There was no escaping by means of any journey, however adventurous, one took one's problems and sorrows with one.

One's first love is always perfect until one meets one's second love.

Mountains inspire awe in any human person who has a soul. They remind us of our frailty, our unimportance, of the briefness of our span on this earth. They touch the heavens, and sail serenely at an altitude beyond even the imaginings of a mere mortal.

Charge less, but charge. Otherwise, you will not be taken seriously, and you do your fellow artists no favours if you undercut the market.

People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.

You would not think that birds who have no brain at all could become so friendly. I swear some of them are more intelligent than many humans, but that says more about our fellow beings than it does about the birds.