The Timelessness Of A Concept Has To

I Can See Now That A Concept Or Even A Feeling Makes No Sense Unless Out Of Our Substance We Spin Around It A Web Of References, Of Relationships, Of Values.

Words Are Impotent To Describe Certain Emotions.

Happiness Is The Intoxication Produced By The Moment Of Poise Between A Satisfactory Past And An Immediate Future, Rich With Promise.

The Wideness Of The Horizon Has To Be Inside Us, Cannot Be Anywhere But Inside Us, Otherwise What We Speak About Is Geographic Distances.

There Is Only One Valid Species Of Voyage, Which Is Walk Towards The Men.