We Like To Have Work To Do,

It's Pointless To Cry. One Is Born And Dies Alone.

Men Who Have A Tempestuous Inner Life And Do Not Seek To Give Vent To It By Talking Or Writing Are Simply Men Who Have No Tempestuous Inner Life. Give Company To A Lonely Man And He Will Talk More Than Anyone.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

We Like To Have Work To Do, So As To Have The Right To Rest.

Life Is Not A Search For Experience, But For Ourselves. Having Discovered Our Own Fundamental Level We Realize That It Conforms To Our Own Destiny And We Find Peace.