What A Man Knows Is Everywhere At

The Rare Moment Is Not The Moment When There Is Something Worth Looking At, But The Moment When We Are Capable Of Seeing.

The Snow Itself Is Lonely Or, If You Prefer, Self-sufficient. There Is No Other Time When The Whole World Seems Composed Of One Thing And One Thing Only.

If We Are Deprived Of Hope As Well As Fear, We Are Compensated By Being Given An Almost Endless Patience For Enduring Or Simply For Waiting.

Man Is, Perhaps, No More Prone To War Than He Used To Be And No More Inclined To Commit Other Evil Deeds. But A Given Amount Of Ill Will Or Folly Will Go Further Than It Used To.

To Have Passed Through Life And Never Experienced Solitude Is To Have Never Known Oneself. To Have Never Known Oneself Is To Have Never Known Anyone.