Sublime

Mens sana in corpore sano.

“People grow old. They die.” “All of them,” he agreed. “All but you and I.” “You die constantly,” she said. He got up and went to sit beside her on the sofa. Somehow, she kept still, subdued her impulse to get up, move away from him. “I have never died,” he said. She stared past him at one of the candlesticks on the mantel. “Yes,” she said. “I shou

As when men to keep from being swept overboard in the storm clutch at each other’s hands to resist being torn apart, so our bodies fused a link in the human chain that kept us from being swept into nothing.

Oh, God, the terrible tyranny of the majority.

Pozzo che

he should have that cold but somehow enthusiastic

He was like a man who had leaned around a corner and had seen an unexpected monster lying in wait, crouching among the dried bones of its old kills.

Coelho