Punishment, That Is The Justice For The

My Love Is My Weight. Because Of It, I Move.

We Are And We Know We Are And We Love To Be It And Know It.

Every City Is A Living Body.

There Is Something In Humility Which, Strangely Enough, Exalts The Heart, And Something In Pride Which Debases It.

My Mind Withdrew Its Thoughts From Experience, Extracting Itself From The Contradictory Throng Of Sensuous Images, That It Might Find Out What That Light Was Wherein It Was Bathed... And Thus, With The Flash Of One Hurried Glance, It Attained To The Vision Of That Which Is.