No Medicine Cures What Happiness Cannot.

And Nevertheless, When They Watched Him Leave The House, This Man They Themselves Had Urged To Conquer The World, Then They Were The Ones Left With The Terror That He Would Never Return. That Was Their Life. Love, If It Existed, Was Something Separate: Another Life.

The Interpretation Of Our Reality Through Patterns Not Our Own, Serves Only To Make Us Ever More Unknown, Ever Less Free, Ever More Solitary.

He Always Considered Death An Unavoidable Professional Hazard.

Age Isn't How Old You Are But How Old You Feel.

Shame Has Poor Memory.