She Would Have Liked Not To Be

I Believe That If One Always Looked At The Skies, One Would End Up With Wings.

There Is No Truth. There Is Only Perception.

The Art Of Writing Is The Art Of Discovering What You Believe.

Read In Order To Live.

The Rage For Wanting To Conclude Is One Of The Most Deadly And Most Fruitless Manias To Befall Humanity. Each Religion And Each Philosophy Has Pretended To Have God To Itself, To Measure The Infinite, And To Know The Recipe For Happiness. What Arrogance And What Nonsense! I See, To The Contrary, That The Greatest Geniuses And The Greatest Works Have Never Concluded.