To Drink Is A Small Matter. To

You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles Of Shoes, Not The Tires.

Do Not Trust Your Memory; It Is A Net Full Of Holes; The Most Beautiful Prizes Slip Through It.

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.

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

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