The Maker Of A Sentence Launches Out

If You Put A Chain Around The Neck Of A Slave, The Other End Fastens Itself Around Your Own.

Every Calamity Is A Spur And A Valuable Hint.

The Street Is Full Of Humiliations To The Proud.

Give Me Wine To Wash Me Clean Of The Weather-stains Of Cares

The Problem Of Restoring To The World Original And Eternal Beauty Is Solved By Redemption Of The Soul.