Men Hate Those To Whom

...but Listen, There Will Be More Joy In Heaven Over The Tears Of A Repentant Sinner Than Over The White Robes Of A Hundred Just Men.

He Had Not Yet Lived Long Enough To Have Discovered That Nothing Is More Close At Hand Then The Impossible, And That What Must Be Looked For Is Always The Unforeseen.

I Write With One Hand, But I Fight With Both.

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

Her Soul Trembled On Her Lips Like A Drop Of Dew On A Flower.