No One Makes A Revolution By Himself.

I Have An Object, A Task, Let Me Say The Word, A Passion. The Profession Of Writing Is A Violent And Almost Indestructible One.

I Know That I Have Found Fulfillment. I Have An Object In Life, A Task ... A Passion.

Weeds Are Omnipresent; Errors Are To Be Found In The Heart Of The Most Lovable.

... The Progress Of The Language Has Caused Us To Lose Many Old Treasures. It Is Thus With All Progress, And One Must Make The Best Of It.

Death Must No Longer Be Either The Penalty For Prosperity Or The Consolation Of Misery. God Did Not Destine It To Be Either The Punishment Or The Compensation For Life.