Never Affirm, Always Allude: Allusions Are Made

Books Are Not Made To Be Believed, But To Be Subjected To Inquiry.

Jacopo Belbo Didnt Understand That He Had Had His Moment And That It Would Have To Be Enough For Him, For All His Life. Not Recognizing It, He Spent The Rest Of His Days Seeking Something Else, Until He Damned Himself.

What We Honor As Prudence In Our Elders Is Simply Panic In Action.

And What Would We Be, We Sinful Creatures, Without Fear, Perhaps The Most Foresighted, The Most Loving Of The Divine Gifts?

Every Man Is Obsessed By The Memories Of His Own Youth.