It Is Inhuman To Bless Where One

Let Us Not Underestimate The Privileges Of The Mediocre. As One Climbs Higher, Life Becomes Ever Harder, The Coldness Increases, Responsibility Increases.

Books For General Reading Always Smell Bad; The Odor Of Common People Hangs Around Them.

When We Dream About Those Who Are Long Since Forgotten Or Dead, It Is A Sign That We Have Undergone A Radical Transformation And That The Ground On Which We Live Has Been Completely Dug Up: Then The Dead Rise Up, And Our Antiquity Becomes Modernity.

What Doesn't Kill You Make You Stronger.

At Times, Our Strengths Propel Us So Far Forward We Can No Longer Endure Our Weaknesses And Perish From Them.