“For how can we condemn something that is ephemeral, in transit? In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
“In the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even the guillotine.”
“In the sunet of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia.”
“If there is something to pardon in everything, there is also something to condemn”
“How can we manage to illuminate the pathos of our lives?”
“No matter how ephemeral it is, a novel is something, while despair is nothing.”