Remember That Happiness Is As Contagious As

At Every Crossroads On The Path That Leads To The Future, Tradition Has Placed 10,000 Men To Guard The Past.

It Is Not From Reason That Justice Springs, But Goodness Is Born Of Wisdom.

The Living Are Just The Dead On Holiday

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.

What Man Is There That Does Not Laboriously, Though All Unconsciously, Himself Fashion The Sorrow That Is To Be The Pivot Of His Life.