The First Requisite For Immortality Is Death.

Many Who Had Been Ahead Of Their Time, Had To Wait For Her In Very Uncomfortable Quarters.

In Order For You To Be Yourself, You Have To Be Somebody First.

The Mob Shouts With One Big Mouth And Eats With A Thousand Little Ones.

Love Of One's Country Recognizes No Frontiers... Of Other Countries.

Suppose You Succeed In Breaking The Wall With Your Head. And What, Then, Will You Do In The Next Cell?