In Order To Cure A Feeling Of

For There Is But One Problem - The Problem Of Human Relations. We Forget That There Is No Hope Or Joy Except In Human Relations.

The Flower You Single Out Is A Rejection Of All Other Flowers; Nevertheless, Only On These Terms Is It Beautiful.

One's Suffering Disappears When One Lets Oneself Go, When One Yields - Even To Sadness.

Mad Is The Man Who Is Forever Gritting His Teeth Against That Granite Block, Complete And Changeless, Of The Past.

You Risk Tears If You Let Yourself Be Tamed.