Speech Is A Rolling Press That Always

Stupidity Is Something Unshakable; Nothing Attacks It Without Breaking Itself Against It; It Is Of The Nature Of Granite, Hard And Resistant.

Everything Which One Invents Is True, Be Sure Of It.

There Is Not A Particle Of Life Which Does Not Bear Poetry Within It

Farming -- A Vocation Accursed Of Heaven, Since One Never Saw A Millionaire Involved In It.

Everything, Even Herself, Was Now Unbearable To Her. She Wished That, Taking Wing Like A Bird, She Could Fly Somewhere, Far Away To Regions Of Purity, And There Grow Young Again.