Frankie,” she said softly, “do you know what my idea of heaven is? A place where the windows are always clean, and the people I want can always come to dinner.

Death is the final destination of every man.

We are formed by dust, when life ends, we shall we return as dust to the ground.

Beautiful surroundings, the society of learned men, the charm of noble women, the graces of art, could not make up for the loss of those light-hearted mornings of the desert, for that wind that made...

I was so ashamed for a mistake I made unknowingly when I was completely out of control and lost my mind for some reasons. I thought about to end my life next day at some...