And time itself? Time was a never-ending medium that stretched into the future and the past - except there was no future and no past but an infinite number of brackets extending either way each bracket enclosing its single phase of the Universe.
Happiness is the longing for repetition.
The stupidity of people comes from having an answer for everything. The...
To be a writer does not mean to preach a truth it means to discover a truth.
The struggle of man against power is the struggle of memory against forgetting.
Those allies who failed to join us will regret it. They're making a...
One cannot be prepared for something while secretly believing it will not...
Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times, if one only...
