There Is Love Of Course. And Then

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

Talent Is Like A Faucet, While It Is Open, One Must Write.

Love Is, Above All, The Gift Of Oneself.

Believe Me; All Evil Comes From The Old. They Grow Fat On Ideas And Young Men Die Of Them.

Men Create Real Miracles When They Use Their God-given Courage And Intelligence.