Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.

I'm Trying To Die Correctly, But It's Very Difficult, You Know.

Every Man Is Made Of Clay And Diamond, And No Woman Can Nourish Both.

We Are The Children Of Our Landscape; It Dictates Behavior And Even Thought In The Measure To Which We Are Responsive To It.

No One Can Go On Being A Rebel Too Long Without Turning Into An Autocrat.

The Whole Mediterranean, The Sculpture, The Palm, The Gold Beads, The Bearded Heroes, The Wine, The Ideas, The Ships, The Moonlight, The Winged Gorgons, The Bronze Men, The Philosophers - All Of It Seems To Rise In The Sour, Pungent Taste Of These Black Olives Between The Teeth. A Taste Older Than Meat, Older Than Wine. A Taste As Old As Cold Water.