I Am A Sick Man...i Am A

My Life Is Ending, I Know That Well, But Every Day That Is Left Me I Feel How My Earthly Life Is In Touch With A New Infinite, Unknown, But Approaching Life, The Nearness Of Which Sets My Soul Quivering With Rapture, My Mind Glowing And My Heart Weeping With Joy.

But How Could You Live And Have No Story To Tell?

In The Realist, Faith Is Not Born From Miracles, But Miracles From Faith.

. . . Finally, I Couldn't Imagine How I Could Live Without Books, And I Stopped Dreaming About Marrying That Chinese Prince. . . .

I've Long Stopped Worrying About Who Invented Whom - God Man Or Man God.