The Desire For Order Is The Only

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory. Like The Images The Photographer Plunges Into A Golden Bath, Our Sentiments Take On Color; And Only Then, After That Recoil And That Trans-figuration, Do We Understand Their Real Meaning And Enjoy Them In All Their Tranquil Splendor.

Courtesy Is Not Dead - It Has Merely Taken Refuge In Great Britain.

There Is No French Town In Which The Wounds Inflicted On The Battle-field Are Not Bleeding.

To Drink Is A Small Matter. To Be Thirsty Is Everything.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.