Life Is A Deep Sleep Of Which

A Happy Memory Is Perhaps On This Earth Truer Than Happiness Itself.

The Glass I Drink From Is Not Large, But At Least It Is My Own.

There Are Temptations More Attractive Than Angels. Liberty, Patriotism, The Good Of Humanity – Words Like That Are The Silver Scales Of The Tempter’s Flaming Wings

I Could Not Clearly Distinguish What Was Passing In My Head; It Seemed To Me That I Was Under The Influence Of A Horrible Dream And That I Had But To Awake To Find Myself Cured; At Times It Seemed That My Entire Life Had Been A Dream, Ridiculous And Childish, The Falseness Of Which Had Just Been Disclosed.

... But One Loves, And When One Is On The Brink Of Death, One Turns Around To Look Backward, And One Says To Oneself: "i Have Often Suffered, I Have Sometimes Been Wrong, But I Have Loved.