We Care So Little Of Other People

The Search For A New Personality Is Futile; What Is Fruitful Is The Interest The Old Personality Can Take In New Activities.

It Is Not That The Child Lives In A World Of Imagination, But That The Child Within Us Survives And Starts Into Life Only At Rare Moments Of Recollection, Which Makes Us Believe, And It Is Not True, That, As Children, We Were Imaginative?

You Don't Remember Days, You Remember Moments.

Childhood Is Not Only The Childhood We Really Had But Also The Impressions We Formed Of It In Our Adolescence And Maturity. That Is Why Childhood Seems So Long. Probably Every Period Of Life Is Multiplied By Our Reflections Upon The Next.

There Is Something Indecent In Words .