Whatever The Heart Desires, It Purchases At

Truth Is What Most Contradicts Itself.

I Am Quite Alone. I Am Neither Happy Nor Unhappy; I Lie Suspended Like A Hair Or A Feather In The Cloudy Mixtures Of Memory.

An Idea Is Like A Rare Bird Which Cannot Be Seen. What One Sees Is The Trembling Of The Branch It Has Just Left.

Prohibitions Create The Desire They Were Intended To Cure.

It Is The Duty Of Every Patriot To Hate His Country Creatively.