When I Think Of All The Books

To Have A Horror Of The Bourgeois Is Bourgeois.

There Are No Friends; Only Moments Of Friendship.

You Can Recover From The Writing Malady Only By Falling Mortally Ill And Dying.

The Less I Understand Life, The More I Live It!

There Is A Justice, But We Do Not Always See It. Discreet, Smiling, It Is There, At One Side, A Little Behind Injustice, Which Makes A Big Noise.