The Real 19th Century Prophet Was Dostoevsky,

People Hasten To Judge In Order Not To Be Judged Themselves.

This Very Heart Which Is Mine Will Forever Remain Indefinable To Me. Between The Certainty I Have Of My Existence And The Content I Try To Give To That Assurance, The Gap Will Never Be Filled. Forever I Shall Be A Stranger To Myself.

If One Could Only Say Just Once: 'this Is Clear', All Would Be Saved

Charm Is A Way Of Getting The Answer 'yes' Without Asking A Clear Question.

In Order To Speak About All And To All, One Has To Speak Of What All Know And Of The Reality Common To Us All. The Sea, Rains, Necessity, Desire, The Struggle Against Death... These Are Things That Unite Us All.