The Only Joy In The World Is

A Man Succeeds In Completing A Work Only When His Qualities Transcend That Work.

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

It Is Not That The Child Lives In A World Of Imagination, But That The Child Within Us Survives And Starts Into Life Only At Rare Moments Of Recollection, Which Makes Us Believe, And It Is Not True, That, As Children, We Were Imaginative?

There Is Something Indecent In Words .

The Richness Of Life Lies In Memories We Have Forgotten.