A Dream Is A Creation Of The

The Real Affliction Of Old Age Is Remorse.

There Is Mercy For Everyone, Except Those Who Are Bored With Life.

I Was Happy Enough; I Knew That During The Night The Whole City Might Go Up In Flames And All Its People Be Killed, But The Ravines, Houses, And Footpaths Would Wake In The Morning Calm And Unchanged.

Narrating Incredible Things As Though They Were Real Old System; Narrating Realities As Though They Were Incredible The New.

Childhood Is Not Only The Childhood We Really Had But Also The Impressions We Formed Of It In Our Adolescence And Maturity. That Is Why Childhood Seems So Long. Probably Every Period Of Life Is Multiplied By Our Reflections Upon The Next.