Wisdom Comes By Disillusionment.

The Habit Of Looking For Beauty In Everything Makes Us Notice The Shortcomings Of Things, Our Sense, Hungry For Complete Satisfaction, Misses The Perfection It Demands.

The Effort Of Art Is To Keep What Is Interesting In Existence, To Recreate It In The Eternal.

It Is Right To Prefer Our Own Country To All Others, Because We Are Children And Citizens Before We Can Be Travellers Or Philosophers.

A Sanctity Hangs About The Sources Of Our Being, Whether Physical, Social, Or Imaginary.

A Country Without A Memory Is A Country Of Madmen.