I Remember My Youth And The Feeling

The Air Of The New World Seems Favorable To The Art Of Declamation.

We Live As We Dream - Alone. While The Dream Disappears, The Life Continues Painfully.

It's Only Those Who Do Nothing That Make No Mistakes, I Suppose.

The Good Author Is He Who Contemplates Without Marked Joy Or Excessive Sorrow The Adventures Of His Soul Amongst Criticisms.

What Makes Mankind Tragic Is Not That They Are The Victims Of Nature, It Is That They Are Conscious Of It.