Young Is The One That Plunges In

A Man Possessed With Peace Is Always Smiling

Merely By Being Born Intelligent, You Right Away Find Yourself In Absolute Exile.

But Isn't It True That An Author Can Write Only About Himself?

When I Was A Little Boy In Short Pants, I Dreamed About A Miraculous Ointment That Would Make Me Invisible. Then I Became An Adult, Began To Write, And Wanted To Be Successful. Now I'm Successful And Would Like To Have The Ointment That Would Make Me Invisible.

Indeed, The Only Truly Serious Questions Are Ones That Even A Child Can Formulate. Only The Most Naive Of Questions Are Truly Serious.