I Foresee That Man Will

I Have Known Uncertainty: A State Unknown To The Greeks.

The Original Is Unfaithful To The Translation.

There Is Nothing In The World That Is Not Mysterious, But The Mystery Is More Evident In Certain Things Than In Others: In The Sea, In The Eyes Of The Elders, In The Color Yellow, And In Music.

I Have Always Imagined That Paradise Will Be A Kind Of Library.

What Man Of Us Has Never Felt, Walking Through The Twilight Or Writing Down A Date From His Past, That He Has Lost Something Infinite?