Only superficial minds approach an idea with delicacy.
We die in proportion to the words we fling around us.
No one can do without some semblance of immortality, and even less will they deny themselves the right to seek it out in the form of this or that reputation, starting with the literary... Since death has come to be accepted by all as the absolute end, everyone writes.
To Live signifies to believe and hope - to lie and to lie to oneself.
Life is possible only by the deficiencies of our imagination and memory.
Glory - once achieved, what is it worth?