In Every Cradle Decked With Rosy Wreath

An Increase Of Tenderness Always Ended By Boiling Over And Turning To Indignation. He Was At The Point Where We Seek To Adopt A Course, And To Accept What Tears Us Apart.

Nothing Can Be Sadder Or More Profound Than To See A Thousand Things For The First And Last Time.

Does Not Beauty Confer A Benefit Upon Us, Even By The Simple Fact Of Being Beautiful?

The Last Resort Of Kings, The Cannonball. The Last Resort Of The People, The Paving Stone.

If You Wish To Understand What Revolution Is, Call It Progress; And If You Wish To Understand What Progress Is, Call It Tomorrow.