His whole life was now summed up in two words: absolute uncertainty within an impenetrable fog.

“He had, like everyone else, his suffix ist, without which nobody could have liv…”

“Indeed, what more could you want? A little garden to amble about in, and infini…”

“the cold and bitter scorn of the passers-by penetrated her very flesh and soul …”

“Si eres piedra, sé imán; si eres planta; sé sensitiva; si eres hombre, sé amor.”