There Is Only One Valid Species Of

Those Who Appreciate The Ways Of Simple Tribes, Where Every Activity Is Direct And Immediately Understandable, Are Able To Live Among Them.

I Refuse To Imprison Our Acts In The Rigid Mould Of Sentences.

The State Of Minds Vary According To The Angle Under Which One Examines Them.

Happiness Is The Intoxication Produced By The Moment Of Poise Between A Satisfactory Past And An Immediate Future, Rich With Promise.

When The Heart Speaks, Its Language Is The Same Under All Latitudes.