I cling like a miser to the freedom that disappears as soon as there is an excess of things.
The myth of unlimited production brings war in its train as inevitably as clouds announce a storm.
So,' said Cornery, 'we never know anyone.
In order to be created, a work of art must first make use of the dark forces of the soul.
Don't wait for the Last Judgment--it takes place every day.
So we are steaming along without any landmark; we can't gauge our speed. We are making progress and yet nothing is changing. It's not navigation but dreaming.