you're haunting that devil, aren't you, in your fellow man rest assured he is there who was it again, cast from god's heaven—and to where was he cast? rest assured he is there still, he never left; and what does he do but haunt men?
you're haunting that devil, aren't you, in your fellow man rest assured he is there who was it again, cast from god's heaven—and to where was he cast? rest assured he is there still, he never left; and what does he do but haunt men?
Isn’t it only the indulgent man who can disdain himself enough to muster the hatred to look for the ugliness inside him—some men even with a grin and gallows humor?
The Prodigal