A Writer's Work Is The Product Of

Canada Is So Far Away It Hardly Exists.

Happy Are The Beloved And The Lovers And Those Who Can Live Without Love.

I Think That The Reader Should Enrich What He Is Reading. He Should Misunderstand The Text; He Should Change It Into Something Else.

Time Forks Perpetually Toward Innumerable Futures.

The Word Happiness Exists In Every Language; It Is Plausible The Thing Itself Exists.