What Is Said About Men Often Has

Liberation Is Not Deliverance.

Out Milky Way Is The Dwelling; The Nebulae Are The City.

Monsieur' To A Convict Is A Glass Of Water To A Man Dying Of Thirst At Sea; Ignominy Thirsts For Respect.

To Have Lied Is To Have Suffered.

Every Day Has Its Great Grief Or Its Small Anxiety. ... One Cloud Is Dispelled, Another Forms. There Is Hardly One Day In A Hundred Of Real Joy And Bright Sunshine.