I Never Discuss Discussions.

The Life Of Simplicity Is Simple, But It Opens To Us A Book In Which We Never Get Beyond The First Syllable.

Time Goes By, Reputation Increases, Ability Declines.

Each Morning We Must Hold Out The Chalice Of Our Being To Receive, To Carry, And Give Back. It Must Be Held Out Empty - For The Past Must Only Be Reflected In Its Polish, Its Shape, Its Capacity.

The More Faithfully You Listen To The Voices Within You, The Better You Will Hear What Is Sounding Outside.

Your Body Must Become Familiar With Its Death - In All Its Possible Forms And Degrees - As A Self-evident, Imminent, And Emotionally Neutral Step On The Way Towards The Goal You Have Found Worthy Of Your Life.