I Felt Passing Over Me

What Is Irritating About Love Is That It Is A Crime That Requires An Accomplice.

Nations, Like Families, Have Great Men Only In Spite Of Themselves.

Evil Is Done Without Effort, Naturally, It's Destiny; Good Is Always The Product Of Skill.

But The True Voyagers Are Only Those Who Leave Just To Be Leaving; Hearts Light, Like Balloons, They Never Turn Aside From Their Fatality And Without Knowing Why They Always Say: "let's Go!

There Exist Certain Individuals Who Are, By Nature, Given Purely To Contemplation And Are Utterly Unsuited To Action, And Who, Nevertheless, Under A Mysterious And Unknown Impulse, Sometimes Act With A Speed Which They Themselves Would Have Thought Beyond Them.