What Is Glory? It Is To Have

I Have Dreamed Much And Have Done Very Little.

One's Duty Is To Feel What Is Great, Cherish The Beautiful, And To Not Accept The Conventions Of Society With The Ignominy That It Imposes Upon Us.

Travel Makes One Modest. You See What A Tiny Place You Occupy In The World.

When You Reduce A Woman To Writing, She Makes You Think Of A Thousand Other Women

The One Way Of Tolerating Existence Is To Lose Oneself In Literature As In A Perpetual Orgy.