I Am Alone And Miserable. Only Someone

Ennui, The Demon, Waited At The Threshold Of His Noiseless Refuge, And Drove Away The Stirring Hopes And Enlivening Expectations, Which Form The Better Part Of Life.

Everything Must Have A Beginning ... And That Beginning Must Be Linked To Something That Went Before.

The Modern Masters Promise Very Little

Marriage Is Usually Considered The Grave, And Not The Cradle Of Love.

My Father Was Not Scientific, And I Was Left To Struggle With A Child's Blindness, Added To A Student's Thirst For Knowledge.