Whoever Loves Above All The

Once We Are Bound Together To Our Brothers By A Common Good That Is Outside Us, Then We Can Breathe. Experience Teaches Us That Love Is Not To Gaze At One Another But To Gaze In The Same Direction. There Is No Comradeship Except Through Unity On The Same Rope, Climbing Towards The Same Peak.

He Who Has Gone, So We But Cherish His Memory, Abides With Us, More Potent, Nay, More Present Than The Living Man.

I Don't Understand These People Anymore, That Travel The Commuter-trains To Their Dormitory Towns. These People That Call Themselves Human, But, By A Pressure They Do Not Feel, Are Forced To Do Their Work Like Ants. With What Do They Fill Their Time When They Are Free Of Work On Their Silly Little Sundays? I Am Very Fortunate In My Profession. I Feel Like A Farmer, With The Airstrips As My Fields. Those That Have Once Tasted This Kind Of Fare Will Not Forget It Ever. Not So, My Friends?

You Know... When You Are Sad You Love The Sunsets.

You Are Beautiful, But You Are Empty,” He Went On. “one Could Not Die For You. To Be Sure, An Ordinary Passerby Would Think That My Rose Looked Just Like You--the Rose That Belongs To Me.