The Desire For Order Is The Only

No Doubt About It: Error Is The Rule, Truth Is The Accident Of Error.

We Do Not Know The True Value Of Our Moments Until They Have Undergone The Test Of Memory. Like The Images The Photographer Plunges Into A Golden Bath, Our Sentiments Take On Color; And Only Then, After That Recoil And That Trans-figuration, Do We Understand Their Real Meaning And Enjoy Them In All Their Tranquil Splendor.

The Man Who Has Entered Into A Beautiful Union Is Sure Of At Least One Person To Whom He Can Give The Best That He Possesses.

It Is Strange What A Contempt Men Have For The Joys That Are Offered Them Freely.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.