In Order To Be Created, A Work

Happiness Is Generous. It Does Not Subsist On Destruction.

Great Feelings Take With Them Their Own Universe, Splendid Or Abject.

To Begin With, Poor People´s Memory Is Less Nourished Than That Of A Rich; It Has Fewer Landmarks In Space Because They Seldom Leave The Place Where They Live, And Fewer Reference Points In Time Throughtout Lives That Are Grey And Featureless.

Rebellion Cannot Exist Without The Feeling That Somewhere, In Some Way, You Are Justified.

Crime Too Is A Form Of Solitude, Even If One Thousand Get Together To Commit It. And It Is Right For Me To Die Alone, After Having Lived And Killed Alone.