You Ought To Know That

After His Death The Gardener Does Not Become A Butterfly, Intoxicated By The Perfumes Of The Flowers, But A Garden Worm Tasting All The Dark, Nitrogenous, And Spicy Delights Of The Soil.

Robots Do Not Hold On To Life. They Can't. They Have Nothing To Hold On With - No Soul, No Instinct. Grass Has More Will To Live Than They Do.

Among Human Beings, A Cat Is Merely A Cat; Among Cats, A Cat Is A Prowling Shadow In A Jungle.

We´re Two, Two For Everything, For Love, Life, For A Fight And Pain, For Hours Of Happiness. Two For Wins And Losses, For Life And For Death - Two!

All The Year Round There Is Spring, All Through Life Is Youth; There Is Always Something Which May Flower.