I Am Like A Broken Puppet Whose

Great Persecutors Are Recruited Among Martyrs Whose Heads Haven't Been Cut Off.

The Aphorism Is Cultivated Only By Those Who Have Known Fear In The Midst Of Words, That Fear Of Collapsing With All The Words.

If, At The Limit, You Can Rule Without Crime, You Cannot Do So Without Injustices.

The Truly Solitary Being Is Not The Man Who Is Abandoned By Men, But The Man Who Suffers In Their Midst, Who Drags His Desert Through The Marketplace And Deploys His Talents As A Smiling Leper, A Mountebank Of The Irreparable.

We Interest Others By The Misfortune We Spread Around Us.