All Grown-ups Were Once Children... But Only

It Is In Your Act That You Exist, Not In Your Body. Your Act Is Yourself, And There Is No Other You.

You're Beautiful, But You're Empty.... No One Could Die For You.

We Must Not Subject Him Who Creates To The Desires Of The Multitude. It Is, Rather, His Creation That Must Become The Multitude's Desire.

That's The Way They Are. You Must Not Hold It Against Them. Children Should Be Very Understanding Of Grown-ups.

He Sat Down. I Sat Down Next To Him. And After A Silence, He Spoke Again. 'the Stars Are Beautiful Because Of A Flower You Don't See...' I Answered, 'yes, Of Course.