Where Are The Beginnings, The Endings, And

Human History Is The Sad Result Of Each One Looking Out For Himself.

The Unusual Is Only Found In A Very Small Percentage, Except In Literary Creations, And That Is Exactly What Makes Literature.

The Novel Wins By Points, The Short Story By Knockout.

After The Age Of 50 We Begin To Die Little By Little In The Deaths Of Others.

Happy Was She Who Could Believe Without Seeing, Who Was At One With The Duration And Continuity Of Life.