She Would Have Liked Not To Be

Everything Depends On The Value We Give To Things. We Are The Ones Who Make Morality And Virtue. The Cannibal Who Eats His Neighbor Is As Innocent As The Child Who Sucks His Barley-sugar.

By Dint Of Railing At Idiots, One Runs The Risk Of Becoming An Idiot Oneself.

The Faster The Word Sticks To The Thought, The More Beautiful Is The Effect.

How We Keep These Dead Souls In Our Hearts. Each One Of Us Carries Within Himself His Necropolis.

Only Three Things Are Infinite. The Sky In Its Stars, The Sea In Its Drops Of Water, And The Heart In Its Tears.