Each Man Carries Within Him The Soul

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

We Are All Youthful Barbarians, And Only Our New Toys Bring Us Excitement. That Has Been The Sole Purpose Of Our Flights. This One Flies Higher, That One Faster. But Now We Will Make Ourselves At Home. We Will Forget The Machine, The Tool. It Is No Longer Complex; It Does What It Is Supposed To Do, Unnoticed. And Through This Tool We Will Find Again The Old Nature, The Nature Of The Gardener, The Navigator, The Poet.

True Love Is Visible Not To The Eyes But To The Heart, For Eyes May Be Deceived.

I Shall Look At You Out Of The Corner Of My Eye, And You Will Say Nothing. Words Are The Source Of Misunderstandings." -from The Fox-

To Forget A Friend Is Sad. Not Every One Has Had A Friend. And If I Forget Him, I May Become Like The Grown−ups Who Are No Longer Interested In Anything But Figures.