Without A Mother, One Cannot Love. Without

Without Words, Without Writing And Without Books There Would Be No History, There Could Be No Concept Of Humanity.

Theory Is Knowledge That Doesn't Work. Practice Is When Everything Works And You Don't Know Why.

Only The Ideas That We Really Live Have Any Value.

My Real Self Wanders Elsewhere, Far Away, Wanders On And On Invisibly And Has Nothing To Do With My Life.

Happiness Is A How; Not A What. A Talent, Not An Object.