Time Goes By, Reputation Increases, Ability Declines.

Is Life So Wretched? Isn't It Rather Your Hands Which Are Too Small, Your Vision Which Is Muddled? You Are The One Who Must Grow Up.

We Cannot Afford To Forget Any Experience, Not Even The Most Painful.

The Only Kind Of Dignity Which Is Genuine Is That Which Is Not Diminished By The Indifference Of Others.

Each Morning We Must Hold Out The Chalice Of Our Being To Receive, To Carry, And Give Back. It Must Be Held Out Empty - For The Past Must Only Be Reflected In Its Polish, Its Shape, Its Capacity.

For All That Has Been, Thanks. To All That Shall Be, Yes.