In All Fiction, When A Man Is

Thus My Life Is A Flight And I Lose Everything And Everything Belongs To Oblivion, Or To Him.

I Am Not Sure Of Anything, I Know Nothing . . . Can You Imagine That I Don't Even Know The Date Of My Own Death?

Doubt Is One Of The Names Of Intelligence.

The Minotaur More Than Justifies The Existence Of The Labyrinth.

In General, Every Country Has The Language It Deserves.