A Child Is Not Frightened

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The Keepers Of Museums. If You Scorn Bad Taste, You Will Have Neither Painting Nor Dancing, Neither Palaces Nor Gardens.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.

I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.