One Runs The Risk Of Weeping A

When One Wishes To Play The Wit, He Sometimes Wander A Little From The Truth.

Love, Like A Carefully Loaded Ship, Crosses The Gulf Between The Generations.

Only He Can Understand What A Farm Is, What A Country Is, Who Shall Have Sacrificed Part Of Himself To His Farm Or Country, Fought To Save It, Struggled To Make It Beautiful. Only Then Will The Love Of Farm Or Country Fill His Heart.

But If You Tame Me, Then We Shall Need Each Other. To Me, You Will Be Unique In All The World. To You, I Shall Be Unique In All The World.

It Would Have Been Better To Come Back At The Same Hour,” Said The Fox. “if, For Example, You Came At Four O’clock In The Afternoon, Then At Three O’clock I Shall Begin To Be Happy. I Shall Feel Happier And Happier As The Hour Advances. At Four O’clock, I Shall Already Be Worrying And Jumping About. I Shall Show You How Happy I Am! But If You Come At Just Any Time, I Shall Never Know At What Hour My Heart Is To Be Ready To Greet You . . . One Must Observe The Proper Rites . . .