Friendship Is Not So Simple. It Is

God Put Self-pity By The Side Of Despair Like The Cure By The Side Of The Disease.

No Ends, Simply Means.

One Always Has Exaggerated Ideas About What One Doesn't Know.

Chacun Exige D'e" Tre Innocent, A' Tout Prix, Me" Me Si, Pour Cela, Il Faut Accuser Le Genre Humain Et Le Ciel. Everyone Insists On His Or Her Innocence, At All Costs, Even If It Means Accusing The Rest Of The Human Race And Heaven.

He Who Despairs Of The Human Condition Is A Coward, But He Who Has Hope For It Is A Fool.