We did not dare to breathe a prayer,
Or give our anguish scope.
Something was dead within each of us,
And what was dead was Hope.

“Salomé, Salomé, dance for me. I pray thee dance for me. I am sad to-night. Yes,…”

“ثمة ما يغري بتعريف الإنسان بأنه حيوان عاقل يخرج دائماً عن طوره كلما طلب إليه أن …”

“Talking to him was like playing upon an exquisite violin.”

“He was trying to gather up the scarlet threads of life and weave them into a pa…”