Straight Ahead You Can't Go Very Far.

If Some One Loves A Flower Of Which Just One Example Exists Among All The Millions And Millions Of Stars, That's Enough To Make Him Happy When He Looks At The Stars. He Tells Himself, "my Flower's Up There Somewhere. . . ." But If The Sheep Eats The Flower, Then For Him It's As If, Suddenly, All The Stars Went Out. And That Isn't Important?

It Is Not A Question Of Living Dangerously. That Formula Is Too Arrogant, Too Presumptuous. I Don't Care Much For Bull-fighters. It's Not The Danger I Love. I Know What I Love. It Is Life Itself.

I Was Wrong To Grow Older. Pity. I Was So Happy As A Child.

* If Someone Loves A Flower, Of Which Just One Single Blossom Grows, In All The Millions Of Stars, It Is Enough To Make Him Happy Just To Look At The Stars.

Man Is A Knot Into Which Relationships Are Tied.