A Man Has Many Parts, He Is

For Instance, If You Come At Four In The Afternoon, I'll Begin To Be Happy By Three. The Closer It Gets To Four, The Happier I'll Feel. By Four I'll Be Excited And Worried; I'll Discover What It Costs To Be Happy! But If You Come At Any Od Time, I'll Never Know When I Should Prepare My Heart... There Must Be Rites.

Nobody Grasped You By The Shoulder While There Was Still Time. Now The Clay Of Which You Were Shaped Has Dried And Hardened, And Naught In You Will Ever Awaken The Sleeping Musician, The Poet, The Asronomer That Possibly Inhabited You In The Beginning.

If A Composer Suffers From Loss Of Sleep And His Sleeplessness Induces Him To Turn Out Masterpieces, What A Profitable Loss It Is!

The Soldier's Body Becomes A Stock Of Accessories That Are Not His Property.

What Makes The Desert Beautiful Is That Somewhere It Hides A Well.