But I am still far from them, and my sense does not speak to their sense. To men I am something between a fool and a corpse.

“Of all that is written, I love only what a person hath written with his blood. …”

“Our age knows better.... What was formerly merely sickly now becomes indecent—i…”

“there they laugh: they do not understand me; I am not the mouth for these ears.”

“إحترسوا من أن يقتلكم صنم ما”