A Book Is A Suicide Postponed.

God: A Disease We Imagine We Are Cured Of Because No One Dies Of It Nowadays.

What Is Pity But The Vice Of Kindness.

One Does Not Inhabit A Country; One Inhabits A Language. That Is Our Country, Our Fatherland - And No Other.

Glory - Once Achieved, What Is It Worth?

It Is An Understatement To Say That In This Society Injustices Abound: In Truth, It Is Itself The Quintessence Of Injustice.