In the sight of my beloved, I am like iron that the smith has heated at his furnace: iron whose surface gives heat. I am a bar that is rigid and will not bend.

People are born in sorrow and move about the earth in patterns of sorrow without sense and without plan. Why should I take myself so seriously? I am no more im…

Everybody must seem crazy if you see deep enough into their minds.

...To me it has always seemed that God is so sickened with men, and their unending cruelty to each other, that he covers the places where they have been as qui…