A book is like a quarrel. One word leads to another, and may erupt in blood or print, irrevocably.

“How much more suffering is caused by the thought of death than by death itself.”

“كان الجند الرومان في المعسكرات يطعمون طعاماً بسيطاً يتكون من الخبز وحساء الخضر وق…”

“One of the lessons of history is that the gods can be silent in many languages.”

“يقول سبينوزا: إننا تتقاذفنا الأسباب الخارجية من كل ناحية، ونتحرك كأمواج تدفعها …”