I Master Only The Language

Language Is The Mother Of Thought, Not Its Handmaiden.

Nationalism Is The Love Which Ties Me To The Blockheads Of My Country, To The Insultors Of My Way Of Life, And To The Desecrators Of My Language.

The Closer The Look One Takes At A Word, The Greater Distance From Which It Looks Back.

To Be Perfect, One Lacks Only A Defect.

There Are People Who Can Never Forgive A Beggar For Their Not Having Given Him Anything.