There are souls which, crab-like, crawl continually toward darkness, going back in life rather than advancing in it, using what experience they have to increase their deformity, growing worse without ceasing, and becoming steeped more and more thoroughly in an intensifying wickedness.

“Should we continue to look upwards? Is the light we can see in the sky one of t…”

“non c’è niente più pericoloso del lavoro discontinuo; è un’abitudine che se ne …”

“No temamos nunca a los ladrones ni a los asesinos; éstos no son más que los pel…”

“Desgraciado quien no haya amado mas que cuerpos, formas y apariencias. La muert…”