What We Desire Is Not To Possess

Anchorites Used To Ill-treat Themselves In The Way They Did, So That The Common People Would Not Begrudge Them The Beatitude They Would Enjoy In Heaven.

The Art Of Living Is The Art Of Knowing How To Believe Lies.

We Do Not Remember Days, We Remember Moments.

No One Ever Lacks A Good Reason For Suicide.

Certainly, To Have A Woman Who Waits At Home For You, Who Will Sleep With You, Gives A Warm Feeling Like Having Something You Must Say; It Makes You Glow, Keeps You Company, Helps You To Live.