I Do Not Rebel Against My God,

Love To Throw Yourself On The Earth And Kiss It. Kiss The Earth And Love It With An Unceasing, Consuming Love.

Drowning Men, It Is Said, Cling To Wisps Of Straw.

I Walked Along Nevsky Avenue.actually It Was More Torture, Humiliation, And Bilious Irritation Than A Stroll.

That's Always The Way With Fanatics; They Cross Themselves At The Tavern And Throw Stones At The Temple.

It Is A Law Of Nature That Every Decent Man On Earth Is Bound To Be A Coward And A Slave