Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships

Grown Ups Are Certainly Very Strange.

Where Are The People?” Resumed The Little Prince At Last. “it’s A Little Lonely In The Desert…” “it Is Lonely When You’re Among People, Too,” Said The Snake.

A Civilization Is Built On What Is Required Of Men, Not On That Which Is Provided For Them.

What Torments Me Is Not The Humps Nor Hollows Nor The Ugliness. It Is The Sight, A Little Bit In All These Men, Of Mozart Murdered.

I Still Fall For Your Everyday.