One Reads Alone, Even In Another's Presence.

How Well I Would Write If I Were Not Here!

The City, However, Does Not Tell Its Past, But Contains It Like The Lines Of A Hand

It Is Within You That The Ghosts Acquire Voices.

It Is Only After You Have Come To Know The Surface Of Things ... That You Can Venture To Seek What Is Underneath. But The Surface Of Things Is Inexhaustible.

You Take Delight Not In A City's Seven Or Seventy Wonders, But In The Answer It Gives To A Question Of Yours.