Luisa pointed up at the crucifix on the wall and asked, 'Do you believe in all that?' 'I would like to,' he replied, 'but it is too difficult.' She nodded in agreement and said, 'If the person hanging...
He gets into the habit of thinking so passionately at night that he begins to be persecuted by insomnia.
He does not know that the ultimate truth is that history ought to consist only of the anecdotes of the little people who are caught up in it.
Beauty is precious, you see, and the more beautiful something is, the more precious it is; and the more precious it is the more it hurts us that it will fade away; and the more we are hurt by beauty,...
All war is fratricide, and there is therefore an infinite chain of blame that winds its circuitous route back and forth across the path and under the feet of every people and every nation, so that a p...
Out the effects of the former. Do you think I don’t understand economics? How many times do I have to
Joy,
For the bird that cannot soar, God has provided low branches.
You can't make an omelette without breaking eggs,' quoted Kokolios, looking at Stamatis significantly.'I don't like your omelette,' said Stamatis. 'It's made with bad eggs, it tastes foul, and it make...
There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time,
Their trade was not life, but death. They have eaten the fruit of the tree they grew for others to eat.
That's how a woman wins a mans heart, by making him think that he amuses her.
In those days Great Britain was less wealthy than it is now, but it was also less complacent, and considerably less useless. It had a sense of humanitarian responsibility and a myth of its own importa...
In deference to such spectacular carnage it is perhaps perverse to dwell upon one person's death, but we are creatures so constituted that the passing of one friend or one acquaintance has a profounde...
Dionisio arose reluctantly from his bed, went to the window to see what kind of day it was, and went to the telephone to call the police.
You can’t be pretty forever, you know that? But you can always be beautiful.
When you fall in love, it is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake, and then it subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are bec...
There was once a painter who traveled into the cordillera in order to paint an invisible picture of Christ. When he finished, the local Indians scrambled up the rocks to examine it and found that it w...
There comes a point in life where each one of us who survives begins to feel like a ghost that has forgotten to die at the right time, and certainly most of us were more amusing when we were young. It...
The garden where you sitHas never a need of flowers,For you are the blossomsAnd only a fool or the blindWould fail to know it