Added To The Moral Solitude Of The

Violence Is A Calm That Disturbs You.

One Can Hear All That's Going On In The Street. Which Means That From The Street One Can Hear What's Going On In This House.

There Is A Close Relationship Between Flowers And Convicts. The Fragility And Delicacy Of The Former Are Of The Same Nature As The Brutal Insensitivity Of The Latter.

I Could Not Take Lightly The Idea That People Made Love Without Me.

Crimes Of Which A People Is Ashamed Constitute Its Real History. The Same Is True Of Man.