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To Love Is Not To Look At One Another: It Is To Look, Together, In The Same Direction.

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.

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

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them In Particular Caused By What We Compare It To: Something Worse And We Feel Grateful For What We Have; Something Better And We Feel Somehow Let Down.

We Don’t Ask To Be Eternal Beings. We Only Ask That Things Do Not Lose All Their Meaning.