God Blesses Man, Not For Having Found

What Makes Night Within Us May Leave Stars.

One Drop Of Wine Is Enough To Redden A Whole Glass Of Water.

At A Certain Depth Of Distress, The Poor, In Their Stupor, Groan No Longer Over Evil, And Are No Longer Thankful For Good.

He Never Went Out Without A Book Under His Arm, And He Often Came Back With Two.

We Are All Under Sentence Of Death, But With A Sort Of Indefinite Reprieve.