The Fall Is An Offense To Human

We Implore The Mercy Of God, Not That He May Leave Us At Peace In Our Vices, But That He May Deliver Us From Them.

We Conceal It From Ourselves In Vain - We Must Always Love Something. In Those Matters Seemingly Removed From Love, The Feeling Is Secretly To Be Found, And Man Cannot Possibly Live For A Moment Without It.

Meanings Receive Their Dignity From Words Instead Of Giving It To Them.

Man Is But A Reed, The Most Feeble Thing In Nature, But He Is A Thinking Reed.

True Eloquence Scorns Eloquence.