The community stagnates without the impulse of the individual. The impulse dies away without the sympathy of the community.
We never taste a perfect joy our happiest successes are mixed with sadness.
One often calms one's grief by recounting it.
Master of the universe but not of myself I am the only rebel against my...
A true king is neither husband nor father he considers his throne and nothing...
It would be a sad day if we British stopped being cynical, but you...
I have this absurd syndrome where I get these out-of-the-blue, pathetic...
It’s just rubbish.
