Like A Bird, When His Cage Is

A Man Cannot Free Himself From The Past More Easily Than He Can From His Own Body.

Love Born Of Anxiety Resembles A Thorn Shaped So That Efforts To Pull It Out Of One's Flesh Merely Cause It To Penetrate More Deeply Therein.

An Old Man, Having Retired From Active Life, Regains The Gaity And Irresponsibility Of Childhood. He Is Ready To Play, He Cannot Run With His Son, But He Can Totter With His Grandson. Our First And Last Steps Have The Same Rhythm.

He Who Wants To Do Everything Will Never Do Anything.

Art Is An Effort To Create, Beside The Real World, A More Humane World.