I Gained Direct Knowledge Of The Life

I Had To Live In The Desert Before I Could Understand The Full Value Of Grass In A Green Ditch.

I Am Convinced That To Live Is To Travel Towards The World's End.

The State Of Minds Vary According To The Angle Under Which One Examines Them.

One Travels So As To Learn Once More How To Marvel At Life In The Way A Child Does. And Blessed Be The Poet, The Artist Who Knows How To Keep Alive His Sense Of Wonder.

Others Are Keen To See If Natives Other Than Us Live Better Than We Do, Without Heat In Pipes, Ice In Boxes, Sunshine In Bulbs, Music On Disks, Or Images Gliding Over A Pale Screen.