Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That

One Day," You Said To Me, "i Saw The Sunset Forty-four Times!" And A Little Later You Added: "you Know-- One Loves The Sunset, When One Is So Sad..." "were You So Sad, Then?" I Asked, "on The Day Of The Forty-four Sunsets?" But The Little Prince Made No Reply.

I Have Always Loved The Desert. One Sits Down On A Desert Sand Dune, Sees Nothing, Hears Nothing. Yet Through The Silence Something Throbs, And Gleams.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

Life Always Bursts The Boundaries Of Formulas.

It's Hard Luck Always Having To Be A Judge.