You See, One Loves The Sunset When

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

Vain Is The Hope Of Finding Pleasure In That Which One Has Hitherto Disdained; As When The Warrior Hopes To Find Pleasure In The Joys Of The Sedentaries.

All Of Us Have Had The Experience Of A Sudden Joy That Came When Nothing In The World Had Forewarned Us Of Its Coming - A Joy So Thrilling That If It Was Born Of Misery We Remembered Even The Misery With Tenderness.

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

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.