As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of

Real Sorrow Is Incompatible With Hope. No Matter How Great That Sorrow May Be, Hope Raises It One Hundred Cubits Higher.

It Is A Power Stronger Than Will. Could A Stone Escape From The Laws Of Gravity? Impossible. Impossible, For Evil To Form An Alliance With Good.

Naturally I Drew Register A Little Exaggerated, In Order To Create Something New In The Sense Of A Sublime Literature That Sings Of Despair Only In Order To Oppress The Reader, And Make Him Desire The Good As The Remedy.

As Beautiful As The Chance Encounter Of A Sewing Machine And An Umbrella On An Operating Table.

Arithmetic! Algebra! Geometry! Grandiose Trinity! Luminous Triangle! Whoever Has Not Known You Is Without Sense!