Yes, The Brutalities Of Progress Are Called

Nobody Loves The Light Like The Blind Man.

The World Of Sleep Has An Existence Of Its Own.

The Repose Of Darkness Is Deeper On The Water Than On The Land.

One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of The Outward, Visible World Without Giving Some Thought To The Hidden, Private Life Of Ordinary People; And On The Other Hand One Cannot Be A Good Historian Of This Inner Life Without Taking Into Account Outward Events Where These Are Relevant.

‎"dost Thou Understand? I Love Thee!" He Cried Again."what Love!" Said The Unhappy Girl With A Shudder.he Resumed,--"the Love Of A Damned Soul.