One can be a brother only in something. Where there is no tie that binds men, men are not united but merely lined up.
A civilization is built on what is required of men, not on that which is provided for them.
Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When ...
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