The Real Genres: Good And Bad.

I Know How Ingratitude Burns, How Falsehood Tortures, For I Have Been Deceived In Friendship And In Love; I Have Learned To Lose And To Resign Myself.

Servants Honor Their Master By Their Service.

Science And Art, Or By The Same Token, Poetry And Prose Differ From One Another Like A Journey And An Excursion. The Purpose Of The Journey Is Its Goal, The Purpose Of An Excursion Is The Process.

A Person Who Looks Different All The Time Frightens Me. Only One Animal Changes Its Skin: The Snake.

Transcendence: That Which Transcends Experience.