Language Is The Rubicon That Divides Man

An Evil Deed Is Better Left Undone, For A Man Repents Of It Afterwards; A Good Deed Is Better Done, For Having Done It, One Does Not Repent.

The Scent Of Flowers Does Not Travel Against The Wind; But The Odor Of Good People Travels; Even Against The Wind: A Good Man Pervades Every Place.

And Then When All Around Grows Dark, When We Feel Utterly Alone, When All Men Right And Left Pass Us By And Know Us Not, A Forgotten Feeling Rises In The Breast.

Is It Sin, Which Makes The Worm A Chrysalis, And The Chrysalis A Butterfly, And The Butterfly Dust?

I Was So Astonished That Another Had Penetrated So Deeply Into The Secrets Of My Soul, And That He Knew What I Did Not Know Myself, That When I Recovered From It He Had Already Been Long Upon The Street.