Facts cant be recounted; much less twice over, and far less still by different persons. Ive already drummed that thoroughly into your head. What happens is that your wretched memory remembers the words and forgets whats behind them. – Augusto Roa Bastos
I believe that all poetry is formal in that it exists within limits, limits that are either inherited by tradition or limits that language itself imposes. – Mark Strand
May joy and good fellowship reign, and in this manner, may the Olympic Torch pursue its way through ages, increasing friendly understanding among nations, for the good of a humanity always more enthusiastic, more courageous and more pure. – Pierre de Coubertin
