The Fate Of Man Is Man.

What Kind Of Times Are They, When A Talk About Trees Is Almost A Crime Because It Implies Silence About So Many Horrors?

Love Is The Desire To Give, Not To Receive, Something. Love Is The Art Of Producing Something With The Other's Talents.

Mixing One's Wines May Be A Mistake, But Old And New Wisdom Mix Admirably.

First The Grub, Then The Morals.

For What's The Use Of Talking With A Man Who Has A Disease And Thinks About The Stars?