“He wandered aimlessly. The sun was setting. A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing… — Fyodor Dostoyevsky Copy Share Image
“A life which has never been laid open in penitence and faith before God has little permanence in eternity.” — R.K. Harrison Copy Share Image
There are moments when I think it will never end, that it will last indefinitely. It's like the rain. Here the rain,… — Elie Wiesel Copy Share Image
A special form of misery had begun to oppress him of late. There was nothing poignant, nothing acute about it; but there… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
