Can they feel, I wonder, those white silent people we call the dead?

“In every sphere of life, form is the beginning of things. […] Forms are the foo…”

“Poor? What does that matter? When poverty creeps in at the door, love flies in …”

“Lean on principles, one day they'll end up giving way.”

“Religion does not help me. The faith that others give to what is unseen, I give…”