Blushing, palpitations, a bad conscience--this is what you get if you haven't sinned.
No ideas and the ability to express them - that's a journalist.
Progress, under whose feet the grass mourns and the forest turns into paper from which newspaper plants grow, has subordinated the purpose of life to the means of subsistence and turned us into the nuts and bolts for our tools.
Ingratitude is often disproportionate to the benefaction received.
A writer is someone who can make a riddle out of an answer.
Sexual enlightenment is that hardhearted process which for hygienic reasons forbids young people to satisfy their curiosity themselves.