Only The Most Perfect Human Being Can

Friendship, Love, And Piety Ought To Be Handled With A Sort Of Mysterious Secrecy; They Ought To Be Spoken Of Only In The Rare Moments Of Perfect Confidence, To Be Mutually Understood In Silence. Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

Man Has His Being In Truth--if He Sacrifices Truth He Sacrifices Himself. Whoever Betrays Truth Betrays Himself. It Is Not A Question Of Lying--but Of Acting Against One's Conviction.

Our Bodies Are Molded Rivers.

Many Books Are Longer Than They Seem. They Have Indeed No End. The Boredom That They Cause Is Truly Absolute And Infinite.

We Touch Heaven When We Lay Our Hand On A Human Body!