Democracy Is An Abuse Of Statistics.

Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing, Passing, Yet Remaining.

Mir Bahadur Ali Is, As We Have Seen, Incapable Of Evading The Most Vulgar Of Art's Temptations: That Of Being A Genius.

My Father And He Had Cemented One Of Those English Friendships Which Begin By Avoiding Intimacies And Eventually Eliminate Speech Altogether.

It May Be That Universal History Is The History Of The Different Intonations Given A Handful Of Metaphors.

That Is What Always Happens: We Never Know Whether We Are Victors Or Whether We Are Defeated.