Living Is Being Born Slowly. It Would

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

When One Is Building A Ship, One Does Not Begin With Gathering Timber And Cutting Planks, But Rather By Arousing In People The Yearning For The Great Wide Sea.

And At Night I Love To Listen To The Stars. It Is Like Five Hundred Million Little Bells.

Love Does Not Consist In Gazing At Each Other, But In Looking Outward Together In The Same Direction.

What Value Has Compassion That Does Not Take Its Object In Its Arms?