To Know The World, One Must Construct

But The Real, Tremendous Truth Is This: Suffering Serves No Purpose Whatever.

A Dream Is A Creation Of The Intelligence, The Creator Being Present But Not Knowing How It Will End.

When You Dream, You Are An Author, But You Do Not Know How It Will End.

How Can You Have Confidence In A Woman Who Will Not Risk Entrusting Her Whole Life To You, Day And Night?

The Problems That Agitate One Generation Are Exstinguished For The Next, Not Because They Have Been Solved But Because The General Lack Of Interest Sweeps Them Away.