The candle aimed its spark of light at heaven, like an artist who consumes himself to become divine.

“Parerea lui Iosif Maria: periculoasa intr-un stabiliment. Prea mult caracter. N…”

“For how can one know colour in perpetual green, and what good is warmth without…”

“If you're in trouble, or hurt or need - go to the poor people. They're the only…”

“In uncertainty I am certain that underneath their topmost layers of frailty men…”