Besides, Rereading, Not Reading, Is What Counts.

It Means Much To Have Loved, To Have Been Happy, To Have Laid My Hand On The Living Garden, Even For A Day.

The Aesthetic Event Is Something As Evident, As Immediate, As Indefinable As Love, The Taste Of Fruit, Of Water. We Feel Poetry As We Feel The Closeness Of A Woman, Or As We Feel A Mountain Or A Bay. If We Feel It Immediately, Why Dilute It With Other Words, Which No Doubt Will Be Weaker Than Our Feelings?

Soccer Is Popular Because Stupidity Is Popular.

Time Is A Fire That Consumes Me, But I Am The Fire.

That One Individual Should Awaken In Another Memories That Belong To Still A Third Is An Obvious Paradox.