It Is Such A Secret Place, The

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.

Sorrow Is One Of The Vibrations That Prove The Fact Of Living.

Why Are You Drinking? Demanded The Little Prince. "so That I May Forget," Replied The Tippler. "forget What?" Inquired The Little Prince, Who Was Already Sorry For Him. "forget That I Am Ashamed," The Tippler Confessed, Hanging His Head. "ashamed Of What?" Insisted The Little Prince, Who Wanted To Help Him. "ashamed Of Drinking!

A Man's Age Represents A Fine Cargo Of Experiences And Memories.

Defeat Is A Thing Of Weariness, Of Incoherence, Of Boredom, And Above All Futility.