Even So, One Step From My Grave,

Our Evenings Are Farewells. Our Parties Are Testaments. So That The Secret Stream Of Suffering. May Warm The Cold Of Life.

To Be A Woman Is A Great Adventure; To Drive Men Mad Is A Heroic Thing.

What Is History? Its Beginning Is That Of The Centuries Of Systematic Work Devoted To The Solution Of The Enigma Of Death, So That Death Itself May Eventually Be Overcome. That Is Why People Write Symphonies, And Why They Discover Mathematical Infinity And Electromagnetic Waves.

Art Is Unthinkable Without Risk And Spiritual Self-sacrifice.

Good-bye... Why Am I Hemorrhaging ?