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“And how does the God's existence emerge from the proof? Does it follow straightway, without any breach of continuity? Or have we not here an analogy to the behavior of the little Cartesian dolls? As soon as I let go of the doll it stands on its head. As soon as I let it go – I must therefore let it go. So also with the proof. As long as I keep my hold on the proof, i.e., continue to demonstrate, the existence does not come out, if for no other reason than that I am engaged in proving it; but when I let the proof go, the existence is there. But this act of letting go is surely also something; it is indeed a contribution of mine. Must not this also be taken into the account, this little moment, brief as it may be – it need not be long, for it is a leap. However brief this moment, if only an instantaneous now, this "now" must be included in the reckoning.”

Philosophical Fragments  • Soren Kierkegaard

“This village belongs to the Castle, and whoever lives here or passes the night here does so in a manner of speaking in the Castle itself. Nobody may do that without the Count's permission.”

The Castle • Franz Kafka

“Translating from one language to another, unless it is from Greek and Latin, the queens of all languages, is like looking at Flemish tapestries from the wrong side, for although the figures are visible, they are covered by threads that obscure them, and cannot be seen with the smoothness and color of the right side.”

Don Quixote • Miguel De Cervantes

“Men are still men. The despot's wickedness, Comes of ill teaching, and of power's excess-- Comes of the purple he from childhood wears, Slaves would be tyrants if the chance were theirs.”

The Vanished City • VICTOR HUGO

“ “Everywhere was in silence, like the velvet feet of death. And I was condemned to live; to live!””

My Sweet Orange Tree • José Mauro de Vasconcelos