More and more, when I single out the person out who inspired me most, I go back to my grandfather.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
History shows us that other highly developed forms of civilization have collapsed. Who knows whether the same fate does not await our own?