Happiness Lies In The Fulfillment Of The

The Civilization Of One Epoch Becomes The Manure Of The Next.

The Dread Of Loneliness Is Greater Than The Fear Of Bondage, So We Get Married.

Boys Do Not Grow Up Gradually. They Move Forward In Spurts Like The Hands Of Clocks In Railway Stations.

We Create The World In Which We Live; If That World Becomes Unfit For Human Life, It Is Because We Tire Of Our Responsibility.

The Artist Secretes Nostalgia Around Life.