When I Went To Venice I Found

The Tiny, Initial Clue ... By Allowing Us To Imagine What We Do Not Know, Stimulates A Desire For Knowledge.

A Work In Which There Are Theories Is Like An Object Which Still Has The Ticket That Shows Its Price.

Pour E Crire Ce Livre Essentiel, Le Seul Livre Vrai, Un Grand E Crivain N'a Pas, Dans Le Sens Courant, A' L'inventer Puisqu'il Existe De J A' En Chacun De Nous, Mais A' Le Traduire. To Write The Essential Book, The Only True Book, A Great Writerdoesnot Needto Invent Becausethebook Already Exists Inside Each One Of Us And Merely Needs Translation.

The Only Possible Paradises Are Those We Have Lost

We Live Not Alone But Chained To A Creature Of A Different Kingdom: Our Body.