The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.

It was not well to drive men into final corners; at those moments they could all develop teeth and claws.

Doubtless there are other roads.

But I like it Because it is bitter, And because it is my heart.

When the suicide arrived at the sky, the people there asked him: "Why?" He replied: "Because no one admired me.

In the swirling rain that came at dusk the broad avenue glistened with that deep bluish tint which is so widely condemned when it is put into pictures.

Sometimes, the most profound of awakenings come wrapped in the quietest of moments.