The Ordinary Man Is The Curse Of

Being An Atheist Is A Matter Not Of Moral Choice, But Of Human Obligation.

Between Skin And Skin, There Is Only Light.

The Dead Live." "how Do They Live?" "by Love.

Which Are You Drinking? The Water Or The Wave?

Each Age, Each Guilty Age, Builds High Walls Around Its Versailles; And Personally I Hate Those Walls Most When They Are Made By Literature And Art.