Cowardice Is The Most Terrible Of Vices.

A Dog's Spirit Dies Hard.

Remove The Document—and You Remove The Man.

The Darkness That Had Come In From The Mediterranean Covered The City So Detested By The Procurator.

Once In 1919, When I Was Traveling At Night By Train, I Wrote A Short Story. In The Town Where The Train Stopped, I Took The Story To The Publisher Of The Newspaper Who Published The Story.

In Order To Be In Control, You Have To Have A Definite Plan For At Least A Reasonable Period Of Time. So How, May I Ask, Can Man Be In Control If He Can't Even Draw Up A Plan For A Ridiculously Short Period Of Time, Say, A Thousand Years, And Is, Moreover, Unable To Ensure His Own Safety For Even The Next Day?