A man gets tied up to the ground, he gives the world its saddest sound.

Any man who retreats into a cave which has only one opening deserves to die.

The ship groaned and growled beneath him like a constipated fat man straining to shit.

The stillness of the calm is awful. His voice begins to grow strange and portentous. He feels it in him like something swallowed too big for the esophagus. It keeps up a sort of involuntary interior humming in him, like a live beetle. His cranium is a dome full of reverberations. The hollows of his very bones are as whispering galleries. He is afraid to speak loud, lest he be stunned; like the man in the bass drum.

A man should be able to hear, and to bear, the worst that could be said of him.

Man cannot remain with no way out.

A man who fears suffering is already suffering from what he fears.

The cries of the dead are terrible indeed; you should try not to hear them.

A man who won't listen can't hear.

Man's worst ill is stubbornness of heart.

The race of man is suffering And I can hear the moan, ‘Cause nobody, But nobody Can make it out here alone.

The man in the cave… in the top hat and the cape… The man who threatened us… who has been tormenting us for months… His face… it was my uncle Sly.

There are vocal qualities peculiar to men, and vocal qualities peculiar to beasts; and it is terrible to hear the one when the source should yield the other.

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