One Should Use Praise To Recognize What

Speak As Though It Were The Last Sentence Allowed You.

His Head Is Made Of Stars, But Not Yet Arranged Into Constellations.

Death Is A Scandal. The Machine Is Functioning, We Are All Hostages

Slumbering In Every Human Being Lies An Infinity Of Possibilities, Which One Must Not Arouse In Vain. For It Is Terrible When The Whole Man Resonates With Echoes And Echoes, None Becoming A Real Voice.

The Great Writers Of Aphorisms Read As If They Had All Known Each Other Well.