We Consider Christmas As The Encounter, The

Somebody Should Tell Us, Right At The Start Of Our Lives, That We Are Dying. Then We Might Live Life To The Limit, Every Minute Of Every Day. Do It! I Say. Whatever You Want To Do, Do It Now! There Are Only So Many Tomorrows.

You Must Strive To Multiply Bread So That It Suffices For The Tables Of Mankind, And Not Rather Favor An Artificial Control Of Birth, Which Would Be Irrational, In Order To Diminish The Number Of Guests At The Banquet Of Life.

Are There Memories Left That Are Safe From The Clutches Of Phony Anniversaries?

Failing To Be There When A Man Wants Her Is A Woman's Greatest Sin, Except To Be There When He Doesn't Want Her.

The Work Of Art, Just Like Any Fragment Of Human Life Considered In Its Deepest Meaning, Seems To Me Devoid Of Value If It Does Not Offer The Hardness, The Rigidity, The Regularity, The Luster On Every Interior And Exterior Facet, Of The Crystal.