My native land, good night!
To withdraw myself from myself has ever been my sole, my entire, my sincere motive in scribbling at all.
What deep wounds ever closed without a scar?
I speak not of men's creeds—they rest between Man and his Maker.
Mark! Where his carnage and his conquests cease, He makes a solitude and calls it-peace!
Books, Manuals, Directives, Regulations. The geometries that circumscribe your working life draw norrower and norrower until nothing fits inside them anymore.