Chaos Is Order Yet Undeciphered.

Today's Bread Does Not Eliminate Yesterday's Hunger, Much Less That Of Tomorrow.

Forgive Me If What Has Seemed Little To You, To Me Is All.

Blindness Is A Private Matter Between A Person And The Eyes With Which He Or She Was Born.

Every Second That Passes Is Like A Door That Opens To Allow In What Has Not Yet Happened, What We Call The Future, But, To Challenge The Contradictory Nature Of What We Have Just Said, Perhaps It Would Be More Accurate To Say That The Future Is Just An Immense Void, That The Future Is Just The Time On Which The Eternal Present Feeds.

Men Are Angels Born Without Wings, Nothing Could Be Nicer Than To Be Born Without Wings And To Make Them Grow.