I Write To Try To Understand, And

Consciences Keep Silence More Often Than They Should, That's Why Laws Were Created.

Just As The Habit Does Not Make The Monk, The Sceptre Does Not Make The King.

Not Only Does The Universe Have Its Own Laws, All Of Them Indifferent To The Contradictory Dreams And Desires Of Humanity, And In The Formulation Of Which We Contribute Not One Iota, Apart, That Is, From The Words By Which We Clumsily Name Them, But Everything Seems To Indicate That It Uses These Laws For Aims And Objectives That Transcend And Always Will Transcend Our Understanding.

No Human Being Can Achieve All He Or She Desires In This Life Except In Dreams, So Good Night All.

Each Part In Itself Constitutes The Whole To Which It Belongs.