The Man Who Does Not Know Other

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.

Love Is The Foolishness Of Men, And The Wisdom Of God.

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?

Mothers Arms Are Made Of Tenderness, And Sweet Sleep Blesses The Child Who Lies Therein.

I Like The Laughter That Opens The Lips And The Heart, Shows At The Same Time The Pearls And The Soul.