Everyone in the world is Christ and they are all crucified.
I had a world, and it slipped away from me. The War blew up more than the bodies of men....It blew ideas away.
Only the few know the sweetness of the twisted apples.
Dare to be strong and courageous. That is the road. Venture anything.
It is no use. I find it impossible to work with security staring me in the face.
In that high place in the darkness the two oddly sensitive human atoms held each other tightly and waited. In the mind of each was the same thought. "I have come to this lonely place and here is this other," was the substance of the thing felt.