An orange on the table your dress on the rug and you in my bed sweet present of the present cool of night warmth of my life.
Can anything be stupider than that a man has the right to kill me because he lives on the other side of a river and his ruler has a quarrel with mine though I have not quarrelled with him?
The heart has its reasons of which reason knows nothing.
Justice and truth are too such subtle points that our tools are too blunt to...
One must know oneself. If this does not serve to discover truth it at least...
We cannot turn our backs on Europe. We are part of Europe.
What you say of the pride of giving life to an immortal soul is very fine...
We look for the privilege to have our influence in propelling the reason...
