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.

I saw a man pursuing the horizon

Perhaps an individual must consider his own death to be the final phenomenon of nature.

Think as I think," said a man, "or you are abominably wicked; you are a toad." And after I thought of it, I said, "I will, then, be a toad.

The cold passed reluctantly from the earth, and the retiring fogs revealed an army stretched out on the hills, resting. As the landscape changed from brown to green, the army awakened, and began to tremble with eagerness at the noise of rumors.

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

Everything is bicycle.