Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

The Friend Within The Man Is That Part Of Him Which Belongs To You And Opens To You A Door Which Never, Perhaps, Is Opened To Another. Such A Friend Is True, And All He Says Is True; And He Loves You Even If He Hates You In Other Mansions Of His Heart.

Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

The One Thing That Matters Is The Effort. It Continues, Whereas The End To Be Attained Is But An Illusion Of The Climber, As He Fares On And On From Crest To Crest; And Once The Goal Is Reached It Has No Meaning.

If A Sheep Eats Bushes Does It Eat Flowers Too? A Sheep Eats Whatever It Finds Even A Flower With Thorn? Even A Flower With Thorns. Then What's The Good Of Thorns?