One Is A Member Of A Country,

And Now Here Is My Secret, A Very Simple Secret; It Is Only With The Heart That One Can See Rightly, What Is Essential Is Invisible To The Eye.

Nothing Can Match The Treasure Of Common Memories.

In Order To Cure A Feeling Of Malaise, You Have To Throw Light On It.

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

It Is As A Soldier That You Make Love And As A Lover That You Make War.