I Am Not Sincere, Even When I

It Astounds Us To Come Upon Other Egoists, As Though We Alone Had The Right To Be Selfish, And To Be Filled With Eagerness To Live.

Dreaming Is To Think By Moonlight By The Light Of An Inner Moon.

God, He Whom Everyone Knows, By Name.

The Reward Of Great Men Is That, Long After They Have Died, One Is Not Quite Sure That They Are Dead

In The Most Complete Friendship There Is Always A Little Empty Space, Like The Space In An Egg.