At A Certain Level Of Suffering Or

To Be Happy, We Must Not Be Too Concerned With Others.

Proof Is Never Definitive, After All; One Has To Begin Again With Each New Person.

On Certain Mornings, As We Turn A Corner, An Exquisite Dew Falls On Our Heart And Then Vanishes. But The Freshness Lingers, And This, Always, Is What The Heart Needs. The Earth Must Have Risen In Just Such A Light The Morning The World Was Born.

We Are All Exceptional Cases. We All Want To Appeal Against Something! Each Of Us Insists On Being Innocent At All Cost, Even If He Has To Accuse The Whole Human Race And Heaven Itself.

Any Country Where I Am Not Bored Is A Country That Teaches Me Nothing.