Falsehood Is The Jockey Of Misfortune.

Human Beings Are Like Timid Punctuation Marks Sprinkled Among The Incomprehensible Sentences Of Life.

In Times Of Death And Famine, Reason Is On The Side Of The Priests-who Have Their Own Kind Of Logic Which Cries For Miracles And, On Occasion, Invents Them.

Water Is The One Substance From Which The Earth Can Conceal Nothing; It Sucks Out Its Innermost Secrets And Brings Them To Our Very Lips.

The Innocent One Is He Who Does Not Explain, For Whom Life Is Both A Mystery And A Total Light, One Who Does Not Complain... For Innocence Admits Of Neither Regret Nor Dispute. The Innocent One Assumes All Responsibility.

The Man Who Discovers A Woman's Weakness Is Like The Huntsman In The Heat Of The Day Who Finds A Cool Spring. He Wallows In It.