I Long For Solitude And Yet I

Shakespeare Was The Great One Before Us. His Place Was Between God And Despair.

Childhood Is The World Of Miracle Or Of Magic: It Is As If Creation Rose Luminously Out Of The Night, All New And Fresh And Astonishing. Childhood Is Over The Moment Things Are No Longer Astonishing. When The World Gives You A Feeling Of "déjà Vu," When You Are Used To Existence, You Become An Adult.

All Cats Die. Socrates Is Dead. Therefore Socrates Is A Cat.

It Is Not The Answer That Enlightens, But The Question.

We Have Not The Time To Take Our Time.