Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.

For all men have but a little while to live and none knows his fate thereafter. So that a man possesses nothing certainly save a brief loan of his body: and yet the body of man is capable of much curious pleasure.

There is no escaping, at times, the gloomy suspicion that fiddling with pens and ink is, after all, no fit employment for a grown man.

Good and evil keep very exact accounts... and the face of every man is their ledger.

People never want to be told anything they do not believe already.

I am Manuel. I have lived in the loneliness which is common to all men, but the difference is that I have known it. Now it is necessary for me, as it is necessary for all men, to die in this same loneliness, and I know that there is no help for it.

Life is very marvelous... and to the wonders of the earth there is no end appointed.