Everyone Here Says In A Surprised Manner

We Are Imprisoned In The Realm Of Life, Like A Sailor On His Tiny Boat, On An Infinite Ocean.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.

In Our Dreams We Can Have Our Eggs Cooked Exactly How We Want Them, But We Can't Eat Them.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

Creative Minds Have Always Been Known To Survive Any Kind Of Bad Training.