In Order To Be Created, A Work

The Slave And Those Whose Present Life Is Miserable And Who Can Find No Consolation In The Heavens Are Assured That At Least The Future Belongs To Them. The Future Is The Only Kind Of Property That The Masters Willingly Concede To The Slaves.

Healthy People Have A Natural Skill Of Avoiding Feverish Eyes.

So All A Man Could Win In The Conflict Between Plague And Life Was Knowledge And Memories.

All I Know Of Morality I Learned From Football

In The Vast Reaches Of The Dry, Cold Night, Thousands Of Stars Were Constantly Appearing, And Their Sparkling Icicles, Loosened At Once, Began To Slip Gradually Toward The Horizon.