What I Dislike Least In My Former

A Work Of Art Is An Exaggeration.

How Do You Know That The Fruit Is Ripe? Simply Because It Leaves The Branch.

Man Is Extraordinarily Clever In Preventing Himself From Being Happy; It Would Seem That The Less Able He Is To Endure Misfortune The More Apt He Is To Attach Himself To It.

Though A Revolution May Call Itself "national," It Always Marks The Victory Of A Single Party.

From The Satisfaction Of Desire There May Arise, Accompanying Joy And As It Were Sheltering Behind It, Something Not Unlike Despair.