The End Of Exile Is

Sad; So Sad, Those Smoky-rose, Smoky-mauve Evenings Of Late Autumn, Sad Enough To Pierce The Heart.

His Main Principles Were Indeed As Follows: Everything It Is Possible To Imagine Can Also Exist.

Language Is Power, Life And The Instrument Of Culture, The Instrument Of Domination And Liberation.

A Book Is Simply The Container Of An Idea-like A Bottle; What Is Inside The Book Is What Matters.

Anxiety Is The Beginning Of Conscience, Which Is The Parent Of The Soul But Is Not Compatible With Innocence.