The Sky Is One Whole, The Water

The Shots Had Dispersed The Birds; There Remained Only Two Marabous, Standing Between Ten And Twenty Paces Away And Plunged In Reverie. They Were Like Two Old Men With Bald Heads Pressed Between The Shoulders.

He Always Smiles, Even When Contemplating Nothing Good.

There Is Within Us A Moral Instinct Which Forbids Us To Rejoice At The Death Of Even An Enemy.

Evidently The Merit Depends On The Result Of The Work.

Wealth Is Not A Hindrance, But Rather A Help Towards Attaining A Proper Standing In A Chosen Field Of Activity. I Confess That As Far As I Am Concerned, It Has Done Me Some Service As It Preserved My Character From Many A Crookedness Poverty Might Have Exposed It To.