True Happiness Comes From The Joy Of

You Know...my Flower...i'm Responsible For Her. And She's So Weak! And So Naive. She Has Four Ridiculous Thorns To Defend Her Against The World.

The Time For Action Is Now. It's Never Too Late To Do Something.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That Somewhere It Hides A Well.

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.