The Sea Has Neither Meaning Nor Pity.

Exquisite Nature, Daydreams, And Music Say One Thing, Real Life Another.

Art, Especially The Stage, Is An Area Where It Is Impossible To Walk Without Stumbling.

Let Us Learn To Appreciate There Will Be Times When The Trees Will Be Bare, And Look Forward To The Time When We May Pick The Fruit.

For The Salvation Of His Soul The Muslim Digs A Well. It Would Be A Fine Thing If Each Of Us Were To Leave Behind A School, Or A Well, Or Something Of The Sort, So That Life Would Not Pass By And Retreat Into Eternity Without A Trace.

There Is Nothing More Awful, Insulting, And Depressing Than Banality.