Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

If I Were To Command A General To Turn Into A Seagull, And If The General Did Not Obey, That Would Not Be The General's Fault. It Would Be Mine.

No Individual Is Isolated. He Who Is Sad, Saddens Others.

The Tree Is A Slow, Enduring Force Straining To Win The Sky.

Only The Children Know What They Are Looking For. They Waste Their Time Over A Rag Doll And It Becomes Very Important To Them; And If Anybody Takes It Away From Them, They Cry.

I Shall Never Again Admire A Merely Brave Man.