Everything is bicycle.
The red sun was pasted in the sky like a wafer.
Mother, whose heart hung humble as a button the bright splendid shroud of your son, Do not weep. War is kind.
He saw that it was an ironical thing for him to be running thus toward that which he had been at such pains to avoid.
Every sin is the result of collaboration.
A man said to the universe: 'Sir, I exist!' 'However,' replied the universe. 'The fact has not created in me A sense of obligation.