Criticism is the conscience or eye of poetry, the same spontaneous work of genius reproduced as a work reflected by taste.
You can acquire everything in solitude, except character.
Stendhal
what is not for me will not be for you... you have freedom in my arms... I feel trapped on your hip... you can say whatever you want... I am mute...
Renunes
Anyone who has never fallen doesn't really understand the effort it takes to stay upright.
Multatuli
If some were the fate of Athens, others were the fate of Sparta.
General Netto
"The dream is over; for it there is only oblivion." "Let us sing, when our cue is to cry." "It is by the hands of the wind that...
Clebson Moura Leal