Until The Day Of His Death No

Life Is A Child Playing Round Your Feet, A Tool You Hold Firmly In Your Grip, A Bench You Sit Down Upon In The Evening, In Your Garden.

The True Masters Of The Art Of Living Are Already Happy.

With God, What Is Terrible Is That One Never Knows Whether It's Not Just A Trick Of The Devil.

Nothing Is Irreparable In Politics.

Life Isn't What You Think It Is. It's Like Water, And The Young Let It Trickle Away Between Their Fingers Without Even Noticing. Cup Your Hands, Keep It Safe. Life Eventually Becomes Something Else, Something Hard, Something Simple, Something You Can Hold In Your Hand And Nibble On Contentedly As You Sit In The Sun.