We must believe in luck. For how else can we explain the success of th >>
The Louver is a morgue; you go there to identify your friends. >>
If it has to choose who is to be crucified, the crowd will always save >>
I died a mineral, and became a plant. I died a plant and rose an anima >>
Death cancels everything but truth; and strips a man of everything but >>
To the living we owe respect, but to the dead we owe only the truth. >>
Since the day of my birth, my death began its walk. It is walking toward me, without hurrying.