It Is Such A Secret Place, The

I Wonder," He Said, "whether The Stars Are Set Alight In Heaven So That One Day Each One Of Us May Find His Own Again.

If You Want To Build A Ship, Don't Drum Up People To Collect Wood And Don't Assign Them Tasks And Work, But Rather Teach Them To Long For The Endless Immensity Of The Sea.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.