On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

Men Have No More Time To Understand Anything. They Buy Things All Ready Made At The Shops. But There Is No Shop Anywhere Where One Can Buy Friendship, And So Men Have No Friends Any More. If You Want A Friend, Tame Me.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

I Fly Because It Releases My Mind From The Tyranny Of Petty Things.

One Is A Member Of A Country, A Profession, A Civilization, A Religion. One Is Not Just A Man.

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.