Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common

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.

Man's Progress Is But A Gradual Discovery That His Questions Have No Meaning.

All Men Have The Stars," He Answered, "but They Are Not The Same Things For Different People. For Some, Who Are Travellers, The Stars Are Guides. For Others They Are No More Than Little Lights In The Sky. For Others, Who Are Scholars, They Are Problems. For My Businessman They Were Wealth. But All The Stars Are Silent. You--you Alone--will Have The Stars As No One Else Has Them--

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

I Am Very Fond Of Sunsets. Come, Let Us Go Look At A Sunset.