A Tale Without Love Is Like Beef

The Finest Words In The World Are Only Vain Sounds If You Can't Understand Them. The Best Sentence? The Shortest.

It's Not By Amusing Oneself That One Learns.

We Live Between Two Dense Clouds; The Forgetting Of What Was And The Uncertainty Of What Will Be.

Distrust Even Mathematics; Albeit So Sublime And Highly Perfected, We Have Here A Machine Of Such Delicacy It Can Only Work In Vacuo, And One Grain Of Sand In The Wheels Is Enough To Put Everything Out Of Gear. One Shudders To Think To What Disaster Such A Grain Of Sand May Bring A Mathematical Brain. Remember Pascal.

All Changes, Even The Most Longed For, Have Their Melancholy; For What We Leave Behind Us Is A Part Of Ourselves; We Must Die To One Life Before We Can Enter Another.