But Games Always Cover Something Deep And

Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul Of A Poet Who Died Young.

It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly.

The Field Of Consciousness Is Tiny. It Accepts Only One Problem At A Time.

Men Have No More Time To Understand Anything. They Buy Things All Ready Made At The Shops. But There Is No Shop Anywhere Where One Can Buy Friendship, And So Men Have No Friends Any More. If You Want A Friend, Tame Me.

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.