What Is To Come Will Emerge Only

Misfortunes Cannot Suffice To Make A Fool Into An Intelligent Man.

Nowadays, Suicide Is Just A Way Of Disappearing. It Is Carried Out Timidly, Quietly, And Falls Flat. It Is No Longer An Action, Only A Submission.

Generations Do Not Age. Every Youth Of Any Period, Any Civilization, Has The Same Possibilities As Always.

Maybe It's Better Like This, Better That Everything Should Go Up In A Blaze Of Dry Grass And That People Should Begin Again.

There Is Only One Pleasure-that Of Being Alive. All The Rest Is Misery.