If I Were Asked To

You May Win Your Heart's Desire, But In The End You're Cheated Of It By Death.

Your Unforgivable Sins Do Not Allow You To See My Splendor.

In General, Every Country Has The Language It Deserves.

A Writer, Or Any Man, Must Believe That Whatever Happens To Him Is An Instrument; Everything Has Been Given For An End. This Is Even Stronger In The Case Of The Artist. Everything That Happens, Including Humiliations, Embarrassments, Misfortunes, All Has Been Given Like Clay, Like Material For One's Art. One Must Accept It.

The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence Of The Labyrinth.