The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails |
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works |
The demand that I make of my reader is that he should devote his whole Life to reading my works |
The feeling which arrests the mind in the presence of whatsoever is grave and constant in human sufferings and unites it with the human sufferer |
The poor man starves while they are grassing their royal mountain stags or shooting peasants and partridges in their purblind pomp of pelf and power |
The workers were in the hole, ... They heard some popping sounds and they came out. They don't know if they affected the electrical service or if the electrical service went sour for some other reason. |
There is no heresy or no philosophy which is so abhorrent to the church as a human being. |
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. |
Think you're escaping and run into yourself. Longest way round is the shortest way home. |
Today, there are not drug or vaccine treatments for a majority of those treatments. In the absence of treatments, our technology's positioned to be the first line of defense as a counter measure against those pathogens. |
We are praying now for the repose of his soul. Hoping you're well and not in hell. Nice change of air. Out of the frying pan of life into the fire of purgatory. |
We feel that the downside in IT demand is roughly offset by the benefits of the actions we have taken. |
Welcome, O life! I go to encounter for the millionth time the reality of experience and to forge in the smithy of my soul the uncreated conscience of my race. |
Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk |
Well and what's cheese? Corpse of milk |