The Sky Is One Whole, The Water

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

Nevertheless, In This Sea Of Human Wretchedness And Malice There Bloomed At Times Compassion, As A Pale Flower Blooms In A Putrid Marsh.

It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That The Modern Product Of Civilization Is Less Susceptible To Love. I Sometimes Think It Is The Other Way.

I Go To Church Because I Am A Skeptic In Regard To My Own Skepticism.

In The Presence Of The Storm, Thunderbolts, Hurricane, Rain, Darkness, And The Lions, Which Might Be Concealed But A Few Paces Away, He Felt Disarmed And Helpless.