The Taste Of Things Recovered Is The

She Said She Was Neither Happy Nor Unhappy, And That Was Why She Couldn't Go On. Each Person Knows The Extent Of Their Own Suffering, Or The Total Absence Of Meaning In Their Lives.

She, With Her Affection And Her Gaiety, Had Been Largely Responsible For Him Having Rediscovered The Meaning Of Life, Her Love Had Driven Him To The Far Corners Of The Earth, Because He Needed To Be Rich Enough To Buy Some Land And Live In Peace With Her For The Rest Of Their Days. It Was His Utter Confidence In This Fragile Creature, That Had Made Him Fight With Honor, Because He Knew That After A Battle He Could Forget All The Horrors Of War In Her Arms, And That, Despite All The Women He Had Known, Only There In Her Arms Could He Close His Eyes And Sleep Like A Child.

Our Life Is A Constant Journey, From Birth To Death. The Landscape Changes, The People Change, Our Needs Change, But The Train Keeps Moving. Life Is The Train, Not The Station.

The Boat Is Safer Anchored At The Port; But That’s Not The Aim Of Boats.

No Life Is Complete Without A Touch Of Madness.