We say and exclaim within ourselves without breaking silence, in a tumult where everything speaks except our mouths. The realities of the soul are none the less real for being invisible and impalpable.

“Eksige, olge nõrgad, patustage, kuid olge õiglased.”

“There is a sacred horror about everything grand. It is easy to admire mediocrit…”

“He felt that to increase his knowledge was to strengthen his hatred. Under cert…”

“Red, for the blood of angry men, black, for the night that will finally end.”