He Left Her. She Was Dissatisfied With

Where Would The Shout Of Love Begin, If Not From The Summit Of Sacrifice?

Yes, Instruction! Light! Light! Everything Comes From Light, And To Everything It Returns.

There Are Moments When A Rope's End, A Pole, The Branch Of The Tree, Is Life Itself, And It Is A Frightful Thing To See A Living Being Lose His Hold Upon It, And Fall Like A Ripe Fruit.

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

Great Buildings, Like Great Mountains, Are The Work Of Centuries.