We Are Not Certain, We Are Never

No Ends, Simply Means.

A Writer Cannot Put Himself Today In Service Of Those Who Make History; He Is At The Service Of Those Who Suffer It.

Like Great Works, Deep Feelings Always Mean More Than They Are Conscious Of Saying.

We Don't Have The Time To Completely Be Ourselves. We Only Have The Room To Be Happy.

He Was Conscious Of The Disastrous Fact That Love And Desire Must Be Expressed In The Same Way.