Learning Is The Art Of

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

The Process Of Writing Has Something Infinite About It. Even Though It Is Interrupted Each Night, It Is One Single Notation.

Whether Or Not God Is Dead: It Is Impossible To Keep Silent About Him Who Was There For So Long.

As If One Could Know The Good A Person Is Capable Of, When One Doesn't Know The Bad He Might Do.

In Eternity Everything Is Just Beginning.