People Trample Over Flowers, Yet Only To

My Heart Is Quite Calm Now. I Will Go Back.

Every Bond Is A Bond To Sorrow.

Your Mind Will Give Back To You Exactly What You Put Into It.

I Confess That I Do Not See What Good It Does To Fulminate Against The English Tyranny While The Roman Tyranny Occupies The Palace Of The Soul.

We Are Bound Together By The Sympathy Of Our Antipathies.