Perfect Clarity Would Profit The Intellect But

Rivers Are Roads Which Move, And Which Carry Us Whither We Desire To Go.

Between Us, And Hell Or Heaven, There Is Only Life Between The Two, Which Is The Most Fragile Thing In The World. Variant: Between Us And Heaven Or Hell There Is Only Life, Which Is The Frailest Thing In The World.

Il N'y A Que Deux Sortes D'hommes: Les Uns Justes, Qui Se Croient Pe Cheurs; Les Autres Pe Cheurs, Qui Se Croient Justes. There Are Only Two Types Of People: The Virtuous Who Believe Themselves To Be Sinners And The Sinners Who Believe Themselves To Be Virtuous.

Once Your Soul Has Been Enlarged By A Truth, It Can Never Return To Its Original Size.

Silence. All Human Unhappiness Comes From Not Knowing How To Stay Quietly In A Room.