Good Taste" Is A Virtue Of The

In Those Days, I Didn't Understand Anything. I Should Have Judged Her According To Her Actions, Not Her Words. She Perfumed My Planet And Lit Up My Life. I Should Never Have Run Away! I Ought To Have Realized The Tenderness Underlying Her Silly Pretensions. Flowers Are So Contadictory! But I Was Too Young To Know How To Love Her.

If I Had Fifty-three Minutes To Spend As I Liked, I Should Walk At My Leisure Toward A Spring Of Fresh Water.

Peace Is Present When Things Form Part Of A Whole Greater Than Their Sum, As The Diverse Minerals In The Ground Collect To Become The Tree.

Mad Is The Man Who Is Forever Gritting His Teeth Against That Granite Block, Complete And Changeless, Of The Past.

It Is Such A Secret Place, The Land Of Tears.