I Am Not In The World To

Why Worry About What Threatens Our Heads Or Purses? Let Us Think Instead Of What Threatens Our Souls.

The Women Laughed And Wept; The Crowd Stamped Their Feet Enthusiastically, For At That Moment Quasimodo Was Really Beautiful. He Was Handsome — This Orphan, This Foundling, This Outcast.

You Who Suffer Because You Love, Love Still More. To Die Of Love, Is To Live By It.

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act. Folded Arms Work, Closed Hands Perform, A Gaze Fixed On Heaven Is A Toil.