But Who Are We, Where Do We

You And I Are Like The First Two People On Earth Who At The Beginning Of The World Had Nothing To Cover Themselves With - At The End Of It, You And I Are Just As Stripped And Homeless. And You And I Are The Last Remembrance Of All That Immeasurable Greatness Which Has Been Created In All The Thousands Of Years Between Their Time And Ours, And It Is In Memory Of All That Vanished Splendour That We Live And Love And Weep And Cling To One Another.

I Come Here To Speak Poetry. It Will Always Be In The Grass. It Will Also Be Necessary To Bend Down To Hear It. It Will Always Be Too Simple To Be Discussed In Assemblies.

Oh, What A Love It Was, Utterly Free, Unique, Like Nothing Else On Earth! Their Thoughts Were Like Other People's Songs.

It's Only In Bad Novels That People Are Divided Into Two Camps And Have Nothing To Do With Each Other. In Real Life Everything Gets Mixed Up! Don't You Think You'd Have To Be A Hopeless Nonentity To Play Only One Role All Your Life, To Have Only One Place In Society, Always To Stand For The Same Thing?--ah, There You Are!" - Larissa Fyodorovna In Doctor Zhivago.

What Is History? Its Beginning Is That Of The Centuries Of Systematic Work Devoted To The Solution Of The Enigma Of Death, So That Death Itself May Eventually Be Overcome. That Is Why People Write Symphonies, And Why They Discover Mathematical Infinity And Electromagnetic Waves.