The Sky Is One Whole, The Water

Tell Me,' Asked Stas, 'what Is A Wicked Deed?' 'if Anyone Takes Away Kali's Cow,' He Answered After A Brief Reflection, 'that Then Is A Wicked Deed.' 'excellent!' Exclaimed Stas, 'and What Is A Good One?' This Time The Answer Came Without Any Reflection: 'if Kali Takes Away The Cow Of Somebody Else, That Is A Good Deed.' Stas Was Too Young To Perceive That Similar Views Of Evil And Good Deeds Were Enunciated In Europe Not Only By Politicians But By Whole Nations.

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.

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.

Day Is Like Day As Two Beads In A Rosary, Unless Changes Of Weather Form The Only Variety.

The Profession Of The Writer Has Its Thorns About Which The Reader Does Not Dream.