We Are All Happy If

But What Are Years, What Are Months!" He Would Exclaim. "why Count The Days, When Even One Day Is Enough For Man To Know All Happiness.

To Be Acutely Conscious Is A Disease, A Real, Honest-to-goodness Disease.

Believe To The End, Even If All Men Went Astray And You Were Left The Only One Faithful; Bring Your Offering Even Then And Praise God In Your Loneliness.

They Have Succeeded In Accumulating A Greater Mass Of Objects, But The Joy In The World Has Grown Less.

If He's Alive, Everything Is In His Power! Whose Fault Is It That He Doesn't Understand That?