Al serle preguntado cierto día si era capaz de nombrar a un hombre más malvado aún que el que cierra su corazón a la misericordia, respondió: "El que utiliza como arma la compasión del otro

Life is for each man a solitary cell whose walls are mirrors.

I don't think anyone ever gets over anything in life; they merely get used to it.

Literature is not a game for the cloistered elect. Literature is as old as speech. It grew out of human need for it and it has not changed except to become more needed.

Written By John Steinbeck

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