Revolution Is The Larva Of Civilization.

One Believes Others Will Do What He Will Do To Himself.

Do Not Ask The Name Of The Person Who Seeks A Bed For The Night. He Who Is Reluctant To Give His Name Is The One Who Most Needs Shelter.

Men Become Accustomed To Poison By Degrees.

Hope Is A Delusion; No Hand Can Grasp A Wave Or A Shadow.

As For The Author, He Is Profoundly Unaware Of What The Classical Or Romantic Genre Might Consist Of.... In Literature, As In Allthings, There Is Only The Good And The Bad, The Beautiful And The Ugly, The True And The False.