Please Do Not Understand Me Too Quickly.

Man: The Most Complex Of Beings, And Thus The Most Dependent Of Beings. On All That Made You Up, You Depend.

If Only We Could Lean Over The Soul We Love And See As In A Mirror The Image We Cast!

No Encounter Occured That Day, And I Was Glad Of It; I Took Out Of My Pocket A Little Homer I Had Not Opened Since Leaving Marseilles, Reread Three Lines Of The Odyssey, Learned Them By Heart; Then, Finding Sufficient Sustenance In Their Rhythm And Reveling In Them At Leisure, I Closed The Book And Remained, Trembling, More Alive Than I Had Thought Possible, My Mind Numb With Happiness.

It Is Not Becoming To Lay To Virtue The Weariness Of Old Age.

Most Quarrels Amplify A Misunderstanding.