The Art Of Living Does Not Consist

There Are Moments, Above All On June Evenings, When The Lakes That Hold Our Moons Are Sucked Into The Earth, And Nothing Is Left But Wine And The Touch Of A Hand.

It Is Not By Great Acts But By Small Failures That Freedom Dies. The Sense Of Justice Dies Slowly In A People. They Grow Used To The Unthinkable, And Sometimes They May Look Back And Even Wonder When Things Changed. They Will Not Find A Day Or A Time Or A Place. Justice And Liberty Die Quietly, Because Men First Learn To Ignore Injustice And Then No Longer Recognize It.

There Is No Surprise More Magical Than The Surprise Of Being Loved: It Is God's Finger On Man's Shoulder.

If Moses Had Gone To Harvard Law School And Spent Three Years Working On The Hill, He Would Have Written The Ten Commandments With Three Exceptions And A Saving Clause.

The Art Of Living Does Not Consist In Preserving And Clinging To A Particular Mode Of Happiness, But In Allowing Happiness To Change Its Form Without Being Disappointed By The Change; Happiness, Like A Child, Must Be Allowed To Grow Up.