To Create Is Likewise To Give A

In The Depths Of Winter, I Finally Learned That Within Me There Lay An Invincible Summer.

We Are All Special Cases.

Without Freedom, No Art; Art Lives Only On The Restraints It Imposes On Itself, And Dies Of All Others.

I Realized Then That A Man Who Had Lived Only One Day Could Easily Live For A Hundred Years In Prison. He Would Have Enough Memories To Keep Him From Being Bored

The Need To Be Right Is The Sign Of A Vulgar Mind.