Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.

Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People Laugh At It.

The Profession Of The Writer Has Its Thorns About Which The Reader Does Not Dream.

The Sky Is One Whole, The Water Another; And Between Those Two Infinities The Soul Of Man Is In Loneliness.

He Always Smiles, Even When Contemplating Nothing Good.