It didn’t matter, though, how weakly sentimental the catalyst had been, only that he’d been receptive to it.

El Ángel me decía que los carneros no eran del color de los tigres, el Satán me decía que el Poderoso quería que lo fueran y se valía de mi astucia y mi púrpura. Ahora yo sé que el Ángel y el Satán erraban la verdad y que todo color es aborrecible.

Hope is a paradox.What may seem true may turn out to be false,the opposite may also happen.

To every people the land is given on condition. Perceived or not, there is a Covenant, beyond the constitution, beyond sovereign guarantee, beyond the nation&#39;s sweetest dreams of itself.

Written By Leonard Cohen

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