RA Photography / Deadworld: Melancholy sees the worst of things — things as they may be, and not as they are. It looks upon a beautiful face, and sees but a grinning skull
RA Photography / Deadworld: Absence is a house so vast that inside you will pass through its walls and hang pictures on the air
RA Photography / Deadworld: If we surrendered to earth’s intelligence we could rise up rooted, like trees
RA Photography / Deadworld: Time moves in one direction, memory in another
RA Photography / Deadworld: {explore} Once faith dies, the death of hope follows hard on its heels
RA Photography / Deadworld: If you want to make an easy job seem mighty hard, just keep putting off doing it
RA Photography / Deadworld: Give me an old house full of memories and I will give you hundred novels!
RA Photography / Deadworld: There is no end to education. It is not that you read a book, pass an examination, and finish with education. The whole of life, from the moment you are born to the moment you die, is a process of learning
RA Photography / Deadworld: My first rule of witchcraft is don't burn the witch
RA Photography / Deadworld: Do not fear to be eccentric in opinion, for every opinion now accepted was once eccentric
RA Photography / Deadworld: Spirit is the real and eternal; matter is the unreal and temporal
RA Photography / Deadworld: We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell
RA Photography / Deadworld: I love fast cars... and to go too fast in them
RA Photography / Deadworld: America Visitando Portugal
RA Photography / Deadworld: {explore} Nothing's more responsible for the good old days than a bad memory
RA Photography / Deadworld: We have no right to ask when sorrow comes, "Why did this happen to me?" unless we ask the same question for every moment of happiness that comes our way
RA Photography / Deadworld: Theater is a verb before it is a noun, an act before it is a place
RA Photography / Deadworld: {Explore} In a soulmate we find not company but a completed solitude
RA Photography / Deadworld: The hardest thing in life to learn is which bridge to cross and which to burn
RA Photography / Deadworld: O, beautiful upon the grave, The starlight and the moonbeams lie! With such sweet watchers o'er our sleep, Why should we ever fear to die?