The Abominable Effort To Take

The Wise Man Is He Who Constantly Wonders Afresh.

The World Will Be Saved By One Or Two People.

Sadness Is A State Of Sin.

True Eloquence Forgoes Eloquence.

No Encounter Occured That Day, And I Was Glad Of It; I Took Out Of My Pocket A Little Homer I Had Not Opened Since Leaving Marseilles, Reread Three Lines Of The Odyssey, Learned Them By Heart; Then, Finding Sufficient Sustenance In Their Rhythm And Reveling In Them At Leisure, I Closed The Book And Remained, Trembling, More Alive Than I Had Thought Possible, My Mind Numb With Happiness.