Perhaps The Greatest Consolation Of The Oppressed

I Am Probably Exaggerating A Little, But I Owe My Equilibrium To Ink And Paper.

Yesterday, Happiness Came In Suddenly, As It Used To, And Remained For A Moment In The Great, Dark, Silent Drawing Room.

Anti-clericalism And Non-belief, Have Their Bigots Just As Orthodoxy Does.

A Child's Fear Is A World Whose Dark Corners Are Quite Unknown To Grownup People; It Has Its Sky And Its Abysses, A Sky Without Stars, Abysses Into Which No Light Can Ever Penetrate.

The Secret Is To Write Just Anything, To Dare To Write Just Anything, Because When You Write Just Anything, You Begin To Say What Is Important.