Sarcasm Is The Protest Of The Weak.

There Was No Harm In Taking Aim, Even If The Target Was A Dream.

We Are All Born Equally Far From The Sun.

Looking Back Now Across Fifteen Years I Could See With Great Clarity The Fear I Had Lived In, Which Must Mean That In The Interval I Had Succeeded In A Very Important Undertaking: I Must Have Made My Escape From It.

So The More Things Remain The Same, The More They Change After All.

Everyone Has A Moment In History Which Belongs Particularly To Him. It Is The Moment When His Emotions Achieve Their Most Powerful Sway Over Him, And Afterward When You Say To This Person "the World Today" Or "life" Or "reality" He Will Assume That You Mean This Moment, Even If It Is Fifty Years Past. The World, Through His Unleashed Emotions, Imprinted Itself Upon Him, And He Carries The Stamp Of That Passing Moment Forever.