He Who Must Travel Happily Must Travel

On Ne Sait Jamais! One Never Knows!

No Single Event Can Awaken Within Us A Stranger Whose Existence We Had Never Suspected. To Live Is To Be Slowly Born.

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

What Sets Men At Variance Is But The Treachery Of Language, For Always They Desire The Same Things.

I Did Not Know How To Reach Him, How To Catch Up With Him... The Land Of Tears Is So Mysterious.