The Wise Man Does Not Grow Old,

A Translation In Verse . . . Seems To Me Something Absurd, Impossible.

One Of The Hardest Tasks Is To Extract Continually From One's Soul An Almost Inexhaustible Ill Will.

Idleness Is A Mother. She Has A Son, Robbery, And A Daughter, Hunger.

To Be A Saint Is The Exception; To Be A Just Person Is The Rule. Err, Stumble, Commit Sin, But Be One Of The Just.

I Am Not In The World To Care For My Life, But For Souls.