A People Represents Not So Much An

A Civilization Begins To Decline The Moment Life Becomes Its Sole Obsession.

To Exist Is A Habit I Do Not Despair Of Acquiring.

Losing Love Is So Rich A Philosophical Ordeal That It Makes A Hairdresser Into A Rival Of Socrates.

To Hope Is To Contradict The Future.

Every Word Affords Me Pain. Yet How Sweet It Would Be If I Could Hear What The Flowers Have To Say About Death!