Things Are Revealed Through The

Love Is Desire For Knowledge.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.

Childhood Is Not Only The Childhood We Really Had But Also The Impressions We Formed Of It In Our Adolescence And Maturity. That Is Why Childhood Seems So Long. Probably Every Period Of Life Is Multiplied By Our Reflections Upon The Next.

What Is To Come Will Emerge Only After Long Suffering, Long Silence.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.