Not till we are lost, in other words not till we have lost the world, do we begin to find ourselves, and realize where we are and the infinite extent of our relations.

Katrai grāmatai ir dvēsele - tā cilvēka dvēsele, kurš grāmatu sarakstījis, un to cilvēku dvēseles, kuri grāmatu lasījuši un kopā ar to sapņojuši.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

I lived in an attached house. My father used to drive into the wrong driveway all the time. He&#39;d say, Damn it, how do you tell one of these houses from another?

Written By Paul Simon

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