Things Are Beautiful If You Love Them.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

There Is Love Of Course. And Then There's Life, Its Enemy.

Death Has To Be Waiting At The End Of The Ride Before You Truly See The Earth, And Feel Your Heart, And Love The World.

The Object Of Art Is To Give Life Shape.

When You Are Forty, Half Of You Belongs To The Past... And When You Are Seventy, Nearly All Of You.