What Saves A Man Is To Take

When The Body Sinks Into Death, The Essence Of Man Is Revealed. Man Is A Knot, A Web, A Mesh Into Which Relationships Are Tied. Only Those Relationships Matter. The Body Is An Old Crock That Nobody Will Miss. I Have Never Known A Man To Think Of Himself When Dying. Never.

Tell Me Who Admires And Loves You, And I Will Tell You Who You Are.

But Games Always Cover Something Deep And Intense, Else There Would Be No Excitement In Them, No Pleasure, No Power To Stir Us.

We Understand … That What Constitutes The Dignity Of A Craft Is That It Creates A Fellowship, That It Binds Men Together And Fashions For Them A Common Language.

You Do Not Explain The Tree By Telling Of The Water It Has Drunk, The Minerals It Has Absorbed, And The Sunlight That Strengthened It.