The true poem is written not with ink but with blood.
"The past is never dead. It's not even past."
We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
"El silencio también es una forma de expresión."
Every great advance in science has issued from a new audacity of imagination.