What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That

It Is Always In The Midst, In The Epicenter, Of Your Troubles That You Find Serenity.

You're Not A Man, You're A Mushroom!

No Destiny Attacks Us From Outside. But, Within Him, Man Bears His Fate And There Comes A Moment When He Knows Himself Vulnerable; And Then, As In A Vertigo, Blunder Upon Blunder Lures Him.

The Essential Things In Life Are Seen, Not With The Eyes But With The Heart.

Grown-ups Never Understand Anything For Themselves, And It Is Tiresome For Children To Be Always And Forever Explaining Things To Them.