Little Flashes Of Sun On The Surface

All The Same, They [books] Do Serve Some Purpose. Culture Doesn't Save Anything Or Anyone, It Doesn't Justify. But It's A Product Of Man: He Projects Himself Into It, He Recognizes Himself In It; That Critical Mirror Alone Offers Him His Image.

Every Word Has Consequences. Every Silence, Too.

Life Is A Useless Passion.

I Wanted My Own Words. But The Ones I Use Have Dragged Through I Don't Know How Many Consciences.

There May Be More Beautiful Times, But This One Is Ours.