The Days Hardened With Cold And Boredom

Lifelessness Is Only A Disguise Behind Which Hide Unknown Forms Of Life.

As We Manipulate Everyday Words, We Forget That They Are Fragments Of Ancient And Eternal Stories, That We Are Building Our Houses With Broken Pieces Of Sculptures And Ruined Statues Of Gods As The Barbarians Did.

My Ideal Goal Is To "mature" Into Childhood. That Would Be Genuine Maturity.

Reality Is As Thin As Paper And Betrays With All Its Cracks Its Imitative Character.

Man Was Entering Under False Pretenses The Sphere Of Incredible Facilities, Acquired Too Cheaply, Below Cost Price, Almost For Nothing, And The Disproportion Between Outlay And Gain, The Obvious Fraud On Nature, The Excessive Payment For A Trick Of Genius, Had To Be Offset By Self-parody.