The Universe Is Going To Help The

We Forget That The World Is What We Imagine It To Be. We Stop Being The Sun And Become, Instead, The Pool Of Water Reflecting It.

When We're Interested In Something, Everything Around Us Appears To Refer To It (the Mystics Call These Phenomena "signs," The Sceptics "coincidence," And Psychologists "concentrated Focus," Although I've Yet To Find Out What Term Historians Should Use).

Our Souls Are Prisoners Of The Terror Of Death, And The Day Is Beautiful.

The River Adapts Itself To Whatever Route Prove Possible, But The River Never Forgets Its One Objective: The Sea. So Fragile At Its Source, It Gradually Gathers The Strength Of The Other Rivers In Encounters. And, After A Certain Point, Its Power Is Absolute.

Each Time We Embrace Someone Warmly, We Gain An Extra Day Of Life.