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People Who Walk Across Dark Bridges, Past Saints, With Dim, Small Lights. Clouds Which Move Across Gray Skies Past Churches With Towers Darkened In The Dusk. One Who Leans Against Granite Railing Gazing Into The Evening Waters, His Hands Resting On Old Stones.

Knowledge We Have. Anyone Who Strives For It With Particular Intensity Is Suspect Of Striving Against It.

Sometimes I Think I Can Expiate All My Past And Future Sins Through The Aching Of My Bones.

Logic May Indeed Be Unshakeable, But It Cannot Withstand A Man Who Is Determined To Live.

Adam's First Domestic Pet After The Expulsion From Paradise Was The Serpent.