A Heretic Is A Man

The Most Deadly Fruit Is Borne By The Hatred Which One Grafts On An Extinguished Friendship

The Gift Of Prayer Is Not Always At Our Command.

Why Should Not Every Individual Man Have Existed More Than Once Upon This World? Why Should I Not Come Back As Often As I Am Capable Of Acquiring Fresh Knowledge? Is This Hypothesis So Laughable Merely Because It Is The Oldest? Because The Human Understanding, Before The Sophistries Of The Schools Had Dissipated And Debilitated It, Lighted Upon It At Once?

The True Vagrant Is The Only King Above All Comparison.

It Is Not I Who Die, When I Die, But My Sin And Misery.