There Are Moments, Above All

There Are Moments, Above All On June Evenings, When The Lakes That Hold Our Moons Are Sucked Into The Earth, And Nothing Is Left But Wine And The Touch Of A Hand.

As Knowledge Increases, Wonder Deepens.

The Art Of Living Does Not Consist In Preserving And Clinging To A Particular Mode Of Happiness, But In Allowing Happiness To Change Its Form Without Being Disappointed By The Change; Happiness, Like A Child, Must Be Allowed To Grow Up.

There Is No Surprise More Magical Than The Surprise Of Being Loved: It Is God's Finger On Man's Shoulder.

It Is Not By Great Acts But By Small Failures That Freedom Dies. The Sense Of Justice Dies Slowly In A People. They Grow Used To The Unthinkable, And Sometimes They May Look Back And Even Wonder When Things Changed. They Will Not Find A Day Or A Time Or A Place. Justice And Liberty Die Quietly, Because Men First Learn To Ignore Injustice And Then No Longer Recognize It.