We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember

There Comes A Day When, For Someone Who Has Persecuted Us, We Feel Only Indifference, A Weariness At His Stupidity. Then We Forgive Him.

To Know The World, One Must Construct It

Narrating Incredible Things As Though They Were Real Old System; Narrating Realities As Though They Were Incredible The New.

We Do Not Free Ourselves From Something By Avoiding It, But Only By Living Though It.

The Whole Problem Of Life, Then, Is This: How To Break Out Of One's Own Loneliness, How To Communicate With Others.