One Cannot Choose What He

Life Is Full Of Strange Absurdities, Which, Strangely Enough, Do Not Even Need To Appear Plausible, Since They Are True.

My Opinion Is A View I Hold Until... Well, Until I Find Something That Changes It.

As Soon As One Is Born, One Starts Dying.

When A Character Is Born, He Acquires At Once Such An Independence, Even Of His Own Author, That He Can Be Imagined By Everybody Even In Many Other Situations Where The Author Never Dreamed Of Placing Him; And So He Acquires For Himself A Meaning Which The Author Never Thought Of Giving Him.

Pretending Is A Virtue. If You Cant Pretend, You Can't Be King.