Truth, For Any Man, Is That Which

He Had Taken Seriously Words Which Were Without Importance, And It Made Him Very Unhappy.

The Meaning Of Things Lies Not In The Things Themselves, But In Our Attitude Towards Them.

A Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Totally Unknown To Us.

We Are All Youthful Barbarians, And Only Our New Toys Bring Us Excitement. That Has Been The Sole Purpose Of Our Flights. This One Flies Higher, That One Faster. But Now We Will Make Ourselves At Home. We Will Forget The Machine, The Tool. It Is No Longer Complex; It Does What It Is Supposed To Do, Unnoticed. And Through This Tool We Will Find Again The Old Nature, The Nature Of The Gardener, The Navigator, The Poet.

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.