Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing,

In The Course Of A Life Devoted Less To Living Than To Reading, I Have Verified Many Times That Literary Intentions And Theories Are Nothing More Than Stimuli And That The Final Work Usually Ignores Or Even Contradicts Them.

This Web Of Time--the Strands Of Which Approach One Another, Bifurcate, Intersect Or Ignore Eachother Through The Centuries--embrace Every Posibility.

When You Come Right Down To It, Opinions Are The Most Superficial Things About Anyone

I Have Known Uncertainty: A State Unknown To The Greeks.

In General, Every Country Has The Language It Deserves.