Mankind Is Not A Circle With A

I Am An Intelligent River Which Has Reflected Successively All The Banks Before Which It Has Flowed By Meditating Only On The Images Offered By Those Changing Shores.

To Die For Lack Of Love Is Horrible. The Asphyxia Of The Soul.

I Will Be Chateaubriand Or Nothing.

To Think Is Of Itself To Be Useful; It Is Always And In All Cases A Striving Toward God.

Because One Doesn't Like The Way Things Are Is No Reason To Be Unjust Towards God.