At That Point I Asked Myself: How

Anyone Who Cannot Come To Terms With His Life While He Is Alive Needs One Hand To Ward Off A Little His Despair Over His Fate... But With His Other Hand He Can Note Down What He Sees Among The Ruins.

In Argument Similes Are Like Songs In Love; They Describe Much, But Prove Nothing.

Believing In Progress Does Not Mean Believing That Any Progress Has Yet Been Made.

No Sooner Said Than Done - So Acts Your Man Of Worth.

No Matter How Much You Keep Encouraging Someone Who Is Blindfolded To Stare Through The Cloth, He Still Won’t See A Thing.".