There Were Thousands And Thousands Of Forms

There Were Thousands And Thousands Of Forms Of Joy In The World, But That All Were Essentially One And The Same, Namely, The Joy Of Being Able To Love.

You Must Let What Happens Happen. Everything Must Be Equal In Your Eyes, Good And Evil, Beautiful And Ugly, Foolish And Wise.

Momo Listened To Everyone And Everything - Even To The Rain And The Wind And The Pine Trees - And All Of Them Spoke To Her After Their Own Fashion.

A Story Can Be New And Yet Tell About Olden Times. The Past Comes Into Existence With The Story.

Life Holds One Great But Quite Commonplace Mystery. Though Shared By Each Of Us And Known To All, Seldom Rates A Second Thought. That Mystery, Which Most Of Us Take For Granted And Never Think Twice About, Is Time.