But They Were Fated To Misunderstand Each

Do You Know, André, I Sometimes Think That You Have No Heart.' 'presumably Because I Sometimes Betray Intelligence.

A Man Must Sometimes Laugh At Himself Or Go Mad,’ Said He. ‘few Realize It. That Is Why There Are So Many Madmen In The World.

Only He Who Is Without Anything Is Without Enemies.

They Opposed Brute Force To Reason And Philosophy, And Battalions Of Foreign Mercenaries To Ideas. As If Ideas Were To Be Impaled On Bayonets!

Thirstily He Set It To His Lips, And As Its Cool Refreshment Began To Soothe His Throat, He Thanked Heaven That In A World Of Much Evil There Was Still So Good A Thing As Ale.