I Know But One Freedom And That

Of Course I’ll Hurt You. Of Course You’ll Hurt Me. Of Course We Will Hurt Each Other. But This Is The Very Condition Of Existence. To Become Spring, Means Accepting The Risk Of Winter. To Become Presence, Means Accepting The Risk Of Absence.

You See, One Loves The Sunset When One Is So Sad.

One Can Be A Brother Only In Something. Where There Is No Tie That Binds Men, Men Are Not United But Merely Lined Up.

Behind All Seen Things Lies Something Vaster; Everything Is But A Path, A Portal Or A Window Opening On Something Other Than Iteself.

Si Quelqu'un Veut Un Mouton, C'est La Preuve Qu'il En Existe Un. (if Somebody Wants A Sheep, That Is A Proof That One Exists.)