We Live For Books.

We Have A Limit, A Very Discouraging, Humiliating Limit: Death. That's Why We Like All The Things That We Assume Have No Limits And, Therefore, No End. It's A Way Of Escaping Thoughts About Death. We Like Lists Because We Don't Want To Die.

Homer's Work Hits Again And Again On The Topos Of The Inexpressible. People Will Always Do That.

The Hand Of God Creates; It Does Not Conceal.

The French, The Italians, The Germans, The Spanish And The English Have Spent Centuries Killing Each Other.

I Believe That You Can Reach The Point Where There Is No Longer Any Difference Between Developing The Habit Of Pretending To Believe And Developing The Habit Of Believing.