Man Is, Above All, He Who Creates.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

Perfection Is Reachednot When There's Nothing To Add, But When There's Nothing To Take Away.

When Faith Burns Itself Out, 'tis God Who Dies And Thenceforth Proves Unavailing.

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.