Hitherto without being; hidden away in the womb of eternity; possessed neither of thought nor feeling; remote from the range of human ken -- the Man bursts, in some unknown manner, the bars of non-existence, and announces with a cry the beginning of his brief life. In the night of non-existence there bursts forth also a little candle, lit by an unseen hand. Mark well its flame: for it is the life of that Man.
Born, the Man assumes the name and image of humanity, and becomes in all things like unto other men who dwell upon the earth. Their hard lot becomes … - Leonid Andreyev
Born, the Man assumes the name and image of humanity, and becomes in all things like unto other men who dwell upon the earth. Their hard lot becomes …
- Leonid Andreyev
Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time. - Leonid Andreyev
Man dies. Come from darkness, into darkness he returns, and is reabsorbed, without a trace left, into the illimitable void of time.
To succeed in life one needs two things -- influence and a lucky star. - Leonid Andreyev
To succeed in life one needs two things -- influence and a lucky star.
Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil? - Leonid Andreyev
Who strikes man with love -- God or the Devil?
All perishes, all decays, all is born again. - Leonid Andreyev
All perishes, all decays, all is born again.
Hitherto without being; hidden away in the womb of eternity; possessed neither of thought nor feeling; remote from the range of human ken -- the Man … - Leonid Andreyev
Hitherto without being; hidden away in the womb of eternity; possessed neither of thought nor feeling; remote from the range of human ken -- the Man …
Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths. - Leonid Andreyev
Ah well, 'tis the way of the world -- births and deaths, births and deaths.
Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth. - Leonid Andreyev
Bread without love is like grass without salt -- the stomach may be filled, but it leaves a bad taste in the mouth.
See thou, whatsoever be thy name -- whether Fate, Life, or Devil! I cast thee down my gauntlet, I challenge thee to battle! Men of faint heart may bo… - Leonid Andreyev
See thou, whatsoever be thy name -- whether Fate, Life, or Devil! I cast thee down my gauntlet, I challenge thee to battle! Men of faint heart may bo…
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