One Runs The Risk Of

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

He Who Would Travel Happy Must Travel Lite.

Transport Of The Mails, Transport Of The Human Voice, Transport Of Flickering Pictures-in This Century As In Others Our Highest Accomplishments Still Have The Single Aim Of Bringing Men Together.

True Love Is Visible Not To The Eyes But To The Heart, For Eyes May Be Deceived.

Trying To Be Witty Leads To Lying, More Or Less.