Very Bright Teeth As Big And Orderly

He Who Cries, 'what Do I Care About Universality? I Only Know What Is In Me,' Does Not Know Even That.

History ... Isn't Simply What Has Happened. It's A Judgment On What Has Happened.

One Reason Writers Write Is Out Of Revenge.

Nothing Is So Awesomely Unfamiliar As The Familiar That Discloses Itself At The End Of A Journey. Nothing Shakes The Heart So Much As Meeting-far, Far Away-what You Last Met At Home.

Whoever Mourns The Dead Mourns Himself.