The Personal, If It Is Deep Enough,

Perhaps The Only Magician We Have Is The Artist.

Nature Forms Us For Ourselves, Not For Others; To Be, Not To Seem.

The Unknown Was My Compass. The Unknown Was My Encyclopedia. The Unnamed Was My Science And Progress.

Sometimes I Think Of Paris Not As A City But As A Home.

We Are Going To The Moon That Is Not Very Far. Man Has So Much Farther To Go Within Himself.