You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles

Suffering Has Roused Them From The Sleep Of Gentle Life, And Every Day Fills Them With A Terrible Intoxication. They Are Now Something More Than Themselves; Those We Loved Were Merely Happy Shadows.

It Is Always Brave To Say What Everyone Thinks.

You Conquered The Landscape With The Soles Of Shoes, Not The Tires.

I Have Too Much Respect For The Idea Of God To Make It Responsible For Such An Absurd World.

In The Beds Which The Piety Of The Public Has Prepared On Every Side, Stricken Men Await The Verdict Of Fate.