Without The Faintest Possibility Of Finding A

Being Fired Was The Best Luck Of My Life. It Made Me Stop And Reflect. It Was The Birth Of My Life As A Writer.

We Know That Happiness Is Short-lived, That We Fail To Cherish It When It Is Within Our Grasp And Value It Only When It Has Vanished Forever.

At The End Of The 1950s, I Started Working At A Publishing Company, Estudios Cor, As Production Manager, So Returning, But Not As An Author, To The World Of Letters I Had Left Some Years Before.

In The End We Discover The Only Condition For Living Is To Die.

The Wisest Man I Ever Knew In My Whole Life Could Not Read Or Write.