Pure Logic Is The Ruin Of The

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

You'll Be Bothered From Time To Time By Storms, Fog, Snow. When You Are, Think Of Those Who Went Through It Before You, And Say To Yourself, 'what They Could Do, I Can Do.'

Night, The Beloved. Night, When Words Fade And Things Come Alive. When The Destructive Analysis Of Day Is Done, And All That Is Truly Important Becomes Whole And Sound Again. When Man Reassembles His Fragmentary Self And Grows With The Calm Of A Tree.

Truths May Clash Without Contradicting Each Other.

The Flower You Single Out Is A Rejection Of All Other Flowers; Nevertheless, Only On These Terms Is It Beautiful.