That Wild Beast Which Lives In Man

Between The Fear That Something Would Happen And The Hope That Still It Wouldn't, There Is Much More Space Than One Thinks. On That Narrow, Hard, Bare And Dark Space A Lot Of Us Spend Their Lives.

Sadness Is Also A Kind Of Defence.

I Gave In To Life. I Was Not Defeated But Outplayed.

Of Everything That Man Erects And Builds In His Urge For Living Nothing Is In My Eyes Better And More Valuable Than Bridges. They Are More Important Than Houses, More Sacred Than Shrines. Belonging To Everyone And Being Equal To Everyone, Useful, Always Built With A Sense, On The Spot Where Most Human Needs Are Crossing, They Are More Durable Than Other Buildings And They Do Not Serve For Anything Secret Or Bad.

What Can And Doesn't Have To Be Always, At The End, Surrenders To Something That Has To Be.