Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.

Straight Ahead You Can't Go Very Far.

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

* If Someone Loves A Flower, Of Which Just One Single Blossom Grows, In All The Millions Of Stars, It Is Enough To Make Him Happy Just To Look At The Stars.