Only A Fool Thinks Price And Value

The Wind, One Brilliant Day, Called To My Soul With An Odor Of Jasmine. "in Return For The Odor Of My Jasmine, I'd Like All The Odor Of Your Roses." "i Have No Roses; All The Flowers In My Garden Are Dead." "well Then, I'll Take The Withered Petals And The Yellow Leaves And The Waters Of The Fountain." The Wind Left. And I Wept. And I Said To Myself: "what Have You Done With The Garden That Was Entrusted To You?

Last Night As I Was Sleeping, I Dreamt - Marvellous Error! - That It Was God I Had Here Inside My Heart.

There Is No Way; We Make The Road By Walking It.

Avoid Pulpits, Platforms, Stages And Pedestals. Keep To The Hard Ground. It Is The Only Way You Can Judge Your Approximate Status As A Man.

My Philosophy Is Fundamentally Sad, But I'm Not A Sad Man, And I Don't Believe I Sadden Anyone Else.