I saw a sunset in Queretaro that seemed to reflect the color of a rose in Bengal.
A system is nothing more than the subordination of all aspects of the universe to any one of such aspects.
It seemed incredible that this day, a day without warnings or omens, might be that of my implacable death.
The time for your labor has been granted.
All theories are legitimate, no matter. What matters is what you do with them.
In all fiction, when a man is faced with alternatives he chooses one at the expense of others.