But the truth was that he died from solitude, the enemy known but to few on this Earth, and whom only the simplest of us are fit to withstand. The brilliant Costaguanaro of the boulevards had died from solitude and want of faith in himself and others.
They wanted facts. Facts! They demanded facts from him, as if facts could explain anything.
It is the duty of every patriot to protect his country from its government.
It is horrifying that we have to fight our own government to save the environment.
A single fact can spoil a good argument.
My mother said to me, if you go into the military, you will become a general. If you go into the clergy, you will become Pope. Instead, I became an artist, and I am Piccaso.
Only the insane is absolutely certain.
To be possessed is an admirable reason for possessing.