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The Fathers Of The Church Were Not Afraid To Go Out Into The Desert Because They Had A Richness In Their Hearts. But We, With Richness All Around Us, Are Afraid, Because The Desert Is In Our Hearts.

Every Revolution Evaporates And Leaves Behind Only The Slime Of A New Bureaucracy.

A Non-writing Writer Is A Monster Courting Insanity.

For Words Are Magical Formulae. They Leave Finger Marks Be Hind On The Brain, Which In The Twinkling Of An Eye Become The Footprints Of History. One Ought To Watch One' S Every Word.

There Is A Destination But No Way There; What We Refer To As Way Is Hesitation.