If Life Were Organized, There

Everything Has Been Said Before, But Since Nobody Listens We Have To Keep Going Back And Beginning All Over Again.

Nothing Is Good For Everyone, But Only Relatively To Some People.

The Abominable Effort To Take One’s Sins With One To Paradise.

It Is The Special Quality Of Love Not To Be Able To Remain Stationary, To Be Obliged To Increase Under Pain Of Diminishing.

It Is Only In Adventure That Some People Succeed In Knowing Themselves - In Finding Themselves.