Night, When Words Fade And

There Is Nothing That Can Equal The Treasure Of So Many Shared Memories.

I Remembered The Fox. One Runs The Risk Of Crying A Bit If One Allows Oneself To Be Tamed.

Sometimes, There Is No Harm In Putting Off A Piece Of Work Until Another Day.

We Do Not Pray For Immortality, But Only Not To See Our Acts And All Things Stripped Suddenly Of All Their Meaning; For Then It Is The Utter Emptiness Of Everything Reveals Itself.

No One Has Tamed You And You Haven't Tamed Anyone.your'e The Way My Fox Was. He Was Just A Fox Like A Hundred Thousand Others. But I've Made Him My Friend, And Now He's The Only Fox In The World.