In The Carriages Of The Past, You

It Is Quiet And Peaceful Here, The Air Is Good, There Are Numerous Gardens, And In Them Nightingales Sing And Spies Lurk Under The Bushes.

Remembrance Of The Past Kills All Present Energy And Deadens All Hope For The Future

When Everything Is Easy One Quickly Gets Stupid.

When One Loves Somebody, Everything Is Clear - Where To Go, What To Do - It All Takes Care Of Itself And One Doesn't Have To Ask Anybody About Anything.

What Can You Do By Killing? Nothing. You Kill One Dog, The Master Buys Another-that's All There Is To It.