Theories Have Nothing To Do With Life.

What I Hated Even More Than The Conflict Was The Lurid Spectacle Of A World Of Unreason.

Spring, Which Germinated In The Earth, Moved Also With A Strange Restlessness, In The Hearts Of... Women. As The Weeks Passed, Inextinguishable Hope, Which Mounts With The Rising Sap, Looked From Their Faces.

Dignity Is An Anachronism.

Women Are One Of The Almighty's Enigmas To Prove To Men That He Knows More Than They Do.

Words, Like Acts, Become Stale When They Are Repeated.