It Is Comforting To Reflect That The

Not Everyone Can See The Truth, But He Can Be It.

I Can Love Only What I Can Place So High Above Me That I Cannot Reach It.

The Old Incapacity. Interrupted My Writing For Barely Ten Days And Already Cast Out. Once Again Prodigious Efforts Stand Before Me. You Have To Dive Down, As It Were, And Sink More Rapidly Than That Which Sinks In Advance Of You.

Martyrs Do Not Underrate The Body, They Allow It To Be Elevated On The Cross. In This They Are At One With Their Antagonists.

Writers Speak Stench.