Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are

My Life Is Very Monotonous," The Fox Said. "i Hunt Chickens; Men Hunt Me. All The Chickens Are Just Alike, And All The Men Are Just Alike. And, In Consequence, I Am A Little Bored.

A Civilization Is A Heritage Of Beliefs, Customs, And Knowledge Slowly Accumulated In The Course Of Centuries, Elements Difficult At Times To Justify By Logic, But Justifying Themselves As Paths When They Lead Somewhere, Since They Open Up For Man His Inner Distance.

Aimer, Ce N'est Point Nous Regarder L'un L'autre, Mais Regarder Ensemble Dans La Meme Direction. English Translation: To Love Is Not To Look At Each Other, But To Look Together In The Same Direction.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

On A Day Of Burial There Is No Perspective--for Space Itself Is Annihilated. Your Dead Friend Is Still A Fragmentary Being. The Day You Bury Him Is A Day Of Chores And Crowds, Of Hands False Or True To Be Shaken, Of The Immediate Cares Of Mourning. The Dead Friend Will Not Really Die Until Tomorrow, When Silence Is Round You Again. Then He Will Show Himself Complete, As He Was--to Tear Himself Away, As He Was, From The Substantial You. Only Then Will You Cry Out Because Of Him Who Is Leaving And Whom You Cannot Detain.