I Love Him Whose Soul Is Deep

At Times One Remains Faithful To A Cause Only Because Its Opponents Do Not Cease To Be Insipid.

I No Longer Want To Walk On Worn Soles.

Every Word Is A Preconceived Judgment.

The Man Of Knowledge Must Be Able Not Only To Love His Enemies But Also To Hate His Friends.

I Am A Forest, And A Night Of Dark Trees: But He Who Is Not Afraid Of My Darkness, Will Find Banks Full Of Roses Under My Cypresses.