My Father, When He Went, Made My

He Who Goes Step By Step Always Finds Himself Level With A Step.

Man Goes Nowhere, Everything Comes To Man Like Tomorrow.

He Who Has Made A Thousand Things And He Who Has Made None, Both Feel The Same Desire: To Make Something.

The Fear Of Separation Is All That Unites.

What Words Say Does Not Last. The Words Last. Because Words Are Always The Same, And What They Say Is Never The Same.