I Have Never For One Instant Seen

As Soon As We Put Something Into Words, We Devalue It In A Strange Way. We Think We Have Plunged Into The Depths Of The Abyss, And When We Return To The Surface The Drop Of Water On Our Pale Fingertips No Longer Resembles The Sea From Which It Comes. We Delude Ourselves That We Have Discovered A Wonderful Treasure Trove, And When We Return To The Light Of Day We Find That We Have Brought Back Only False Stones And Shards Of Glass; And Yet The Treasure Goes On Glimmering In The Dark, Unaltered.

The Dog Who Meets With A Good Master Is The Happier Of The Two.

We Possess Only The Happiness We Able To Understand.

No Great Inner Event Befalls Those Who Summon It Not

If The Bee Disappeared Off The Face Of The Earth, Man Would Only Have Four Years Left To Live.