The Most Subtle Art, The Strongest And

Humanity Cherishes Its Swaddling Clothes; But It Shall Not Grow Up Unless It Can Free Itself From Them. Turning Down His Mother's Breast Does Not Make The Weaned Child Ungrateful. ... Rise Up Naked, Valiant; Make The Sheaths Crack; Push Aside The Stakes; To Grow Straight You Need No More Than The Thrust Of Your Sap And The Call Of The Sun.

How Do You Know That The Fruit Is Ripe? Simply Because It Leaves The Branch.

To What A Degree The Same Past Can Leave Different Marks - And Especially Admit Of Different Interpretations.

The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And A Narrow Love.

The Reasons That Drive Me To Write Are Many And The Most Important Are The Most Secret, I Think. Perhaps Most Of All This: To Put Something Out Of Death's Reach.