More Wisdom Is Latent In Things As

One Must Observe The Proper Rites.

How Could Drops Of Water Know Themselves To Be A River? Yet The River Flows On.

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.

The Wind In The Grain Is The Caress To The Spouse; It Is The Hand Of Peace Stroking Her Hair.

It Is The Savor Of Bread Broken With Comrades That Makes Us Accept The Values Of War.