You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles

Do Not Trust Your Memory; It Is A Net Full Of Holes; The Most Beautiful Prizes Slip Through It.

I Can No Longer Think What I Want To Think. My Thoughts Have Been Replaced By Moving Images.

The Desire For Order Is The Only Order In The World.

There Is No French Town In Which The Wounds Inflicted On The Battle-field Are Not Bleeding.

We Can Know Nothing Till After This Grave Debate. The Soul Must Withdraw, For This Is Not Its Hour. Now The Knife Must Divide The Flesh, And Lay The Ravage Bare, And Do Its Work Completely.