Man is but the place where I stand.
People die of fright and live of confidence.
It is not in vain that man speaks to man. This is the value of literature.
Be it life or death, we crave only reality.
I have heard of many going astray even in the village streets, when the darkness was so thick you could cut it with a knife, as the saying is...
However much we admire the orator's occasional bursts of eloquence, the noblest written words are commonly as far behind or abovethe fleeting spoken language as the firmament with its stars is behind the clouds.