A Rock Pile Ceases To Be A

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.

He Who Is Different From Me Does Not Impoverish Me - He Enriches Me. Our Unity Is Constituted In Something Higher Than Ourselves - In Man... For No Man Seeks To Hear His Own Echo, Or To Find His Reflection In The Glass.

All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only Few Of Them Remember It.

Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.

"men Have Forgotten This Truth," Said The Fox. "but You Must Not Forget It. You Become Responsible, Forever, For What You Have Tamed."