One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

To Be A Man Is To Feel That One's Own Stone Contributes To Building The Edifice Of The World.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For.

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.

One Day, I Watched The Sun Setting Forty-four Times......you Know...when One Is So Terribly Sad, One Loves Sunsets.