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In Good Company Your Thoughts Run, In Solitude Your Thought Is Still ... In Talk Your Mind Can Be Stretched, Widened, Exhilarated To Heights, But It Cannot Be Deepened; You Have To Deepen It Yourself.

If Books Were Persian Carpets, One Would Not Look Only At The Outer Side. Because It Is The Stitch That Makes A Carpet Wear, Gives It Its Life And Bloom.

There Is An Indian Proverb That Says That Everyone Is A House With Four Rooms, A Physical, A Mental, An Emtional, And A Spiritual . Most Of Us Tend To Live In One Room Most Of The Time But Unless We Go Into Every Room Every Day, Even If Only To Keep It Aired, We Are Not A Complete Person.

Memory Is The Only Friend Of Grief.

In California I Began To Think That, Except On The Beaches, No-one Had The Use Of Their Legs.