There Always Comes A Time When One

Likewise And During Every Day Of An Unillustrious Life, Time Carries Us. But A Moment Always Comes When We Have To Carry It.

The World I Live In Is Loathsome To Me, But I Feel One With The Men Who Suffer In It

The Welfare Of The People In Particular Has Always Been The Alibi Of Tyrants.

It Is Impossible To Give A Clear Account Of The World, But Art Can Teach Us To Reproduce It-just As The World Reproduces Itself In The Course Of Its Eternal Gyrations. The Primordial Sea Indefatigably Repeats The Same Words And Casts Up The Same Astonished Beings On The Same Sea-shore.

A Loveless World Is A Dead World.