Culture is the one thing that we cannot deliberately aim at. It is the product of a variety of more or less harmonious activities, each pursued for its own sake.

The circle of our understanding is a very restricted area.

I've been born, and once is enough.

Before a cat will condescend to treat you as a trusted friend, some little token of esteem is needed, like a dish of cream.

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

Our emotions Are only “incidents” In the effort to keep day and night together.

Amongst the rock one cannot stop or think