He Who Would Travel Happy Must Travel

How Is It Possible For One To Own The Stars?" "to Whom Do They Belong?" The Businessman Retorted, Peevishly. "i Don't Know. To Nobody.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

Action And Personal Happiness Have No Truck With Each Other; They Are Eternally At War.

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

When One Is Building A Ship, One Does Not Begin With Gathering Timber And Cutting Planks, But Rather By Arousing In People The Yearning For The Great Wide Sea.