Close your eyes, all you see is yours.

The stage play is a trial, not a deed of violence. The soul is opened, like the combination of a safe, by means of a word. You don't require an acetylene torch.

Their own kind of logic which cries for miracles and, on occasion.

Falsehood is the jockey of misfortune.

When he (man) ceased any longer to heed the words of the seers and prophets, science lovingly brought forth the radio.

Death holds no horrors. It is simply the ultimate horror of life.

Each day the worst of our faults, our deficiencies, our crimes, the truth of our lives, is stifled under a triple layer of forgetfulness, death and the ordinary course of justice.