There Always Comes A Time When One

It Is The Job Of Thinking People Not To Be On The Side Of The Executioners.

Stupidity Has A Knack Of Getting Its Way.

His Own Faith, However, Was Not Lacking In Virtues Since It Consisted In Acknowledging Obscurely That He Would Be Granted Much Without Ever Deserving Anything.

I Longed To Be Forgotten In Order To Be Able To Complain To Myself.

On My Way Out I Was Even Going To Shake His Hand, But I Remembered Just In Time That I'd Killed A Man.