In the desert I saw a creature, naked, bestial, Who, squatting upon the ground, Held his heart in his hands, And ate of it. I said: "Is it good, friend?" "It is bitter-bitter," he answered; "But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart." |
A man feared that he might find an assassin; Another that he might find a victim. One was wiser than the other. |
A man said to the universe: "Sir, I exist!" "However," replied the universe, "The fact has not created in me a sense of obligation |
Every sin is the result of collaboration |
He wishes that he, too, had a wound, a red badge of courage. |
I don't like my hands tied. I am in misery. What did I say I am? |
It's not a big feature of our life. |
You cannot choose your battlefield, God does that for you; But you can plant a standard Where a standard never flew |