We Chase Dreams And Embrace

No Government Ought To Be Without Censors; And Where The Press Is Free, No One Ever Will. Chance Is The Pseudonym Of God When He Did Not Want To Sign.

An Old Philosopher Said To Monsieur Coignard, A Reverend Father: 'you Are A Pig!' To Which Abad Coignard Answered: 'you Flatter Me, Sir. But Unfortunately, I'm Only A Man.'

The Duty Of Literature Is To Note What Counts, And To Light Up What Is Suited To The Light. If It Ceases To Choose And To Love, It Becomes Like A Woman Who Gives Herself Without Preference.

A Simple Style Is Like White Light. Although Complex, It Does Not Appear To Be So.

Existence Would Be Intolerable If We Were Never To Dream.