Night, When Words Fade And Things Come

One Only Really Sees With The Heart.

Where I Live, Everything Is Very Small.

Charity Never Humiliated Him Who Profited From It, Nor Ever Bound Him By The Chains Of Gratitude, Since It Was Not To Him But To God That The Gift Was Made.

The Machine Does Not Isolate Man From The Great Problems Of Nature But Plunges Him More Deeply Into Them.

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