Let Me Into The Darkness Again.

The Red Sun Was Pasted In The Sky Like A Wafer.

A Man Said To The Universe: 'sir, I Exist!' 'however,' Replied The Universe. 'the Fact Has Not Created In Me A Sense Of Obligation.

Perhaps An Individual Must Consider His Own Death To Be The Final Phenomenon Of Nature.

A Serious Prophet Upon Predicting A Flood Should Be The First Man To Climb A Tree. This Would Demonstrate That He Was Indeed A Seer.

The Word Is Clear Only To The Kind Who On Peak Or Plain, From Dark Northern Ice-fields To The Hot Wet Jungles, Through All Wine And Want, Through Lies And Unfamiliar Truth, Dark Or Light, Are Governed By The Unknown Gods, And Though Each Man Knows The Law, No Man May Give Tongue To It.