You See, One Loves The Sunset When

But Certainly, For Us Who Understand Life, Figures Are A Matter Of Indifference.

What Sets Us Against One Another Is Not Our Aims - They All Come To The Same Thing - But Our Methods, Which Are The Fruit Of Our Varied Reasoning.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would Be A Little Too Easy If We Could Borrow Ready-made Souls.

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.