In Abortion, The Person Who Is Massacred,

Nobody Looks At The Moon In The Afternoon, And This Is The Moment When It Would Most Require Our Attention, Since Its Existence Is Still In Doubt.

Novelists Tell That Piece Of Truth Hidden At The Bottom Of Every Lie.

The Universe Is The Mirror In Which We Can Contemplate Only What We Have Learned To Know In Ourselves

...life Is Nothing But Trading Smells.

In Love, As In Gluttony, Pleasure Is A Matter Of The Utmost Precision.