Where does the head and tail of the sea serpent begin, where does it end?
He sells his whole life for daily bread, freedom floats, cold
Goulart Gomes
Art has always been this - pure interrogation, a rhetorical question without the rhetoric - although it is said to appear through social reality.
Samuel Beckett
While we procrastinate, life rushes past us.
Seneca
The best things about freedom have been written in prison.
Sophocletus
The friend is dear to me, the enemy is necessary to me. The friend shows me what I can do, the enemy, what I have to do.
Friedrich Schiller