A Man Is Not Idle

The Miserable's Name Is Man; He Is Agonizing In All Climes, And He Is Groaning In All Languages.

To Contemplate Is To Look At Shadows.

A Writer Is A World Trapped In A Person.

The Production Of Souls Is The Secret Of Unfathomable Depth.

I Met In The Street A Very Poor Young Man Who Was In Love. His Hat Was Old, His Coat Worn, His Cloak Was Out At The Elbows, The Water Passed Through His Shoes, - And The Stars Through His Soul.