Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would

Language Is The Source Of Misunderstandings.

Perfection Is Not When There Is No More To Add, But No More To Take Away.

"what Place Would You Advise Me To Visit Now?" He Asked. "the Planet Earth," Replied The Geographer. "it Has A Good Reputation."

I Ought Not To Have Listened To Her,' He Confided To Me One Day. 'one Never Ought To Listen To The Flowers. One Should Simply Look At Them And Breathe Their Fragrance. Mine Perfumed All My Planet. But I Did Not Know How To Take Pleasure In All Her Grace.

But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You.