I Am Constantly Amazed By Man's Inhumanity

Perfection Belongs To Narrated Events, Not To Those We Live.

To Accuse Another Of Having Weak Kidneys, Lungs, Or Heart, Is Not A Crime; On The Contrary, Saying He Has A Weak Brain Is A Crime. To Be Considered Stupid And To Be Told So Is More Painful Than Being Called Gluttonous, Mendacious, Violent, Lascivious, Lazy, Cowardly: Every Weakness, Every Vice, Has Found Its Defenders, Its Rhetoric, Its Ennoblement And Exaltation, But Stupidity Hasn't.

Is Anything Sadder Than A Trainthat Leaves When It's Supposed To,that Has Only One Voice,only One Route?there's Nothing Sadder.except Perhaps A Cart Horse,shut Between Two Shaftsand Unable Even To Look Sideways.

The Sea's Only Gifts Are Harsh Blows And, Occasionally, The Chance To Feel Strong.

Each Of Us Bears The Imprint Of A Friend Met Along The Way; In Each The Trace Of Each.