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It Is Quite Rare For God To Provide A Great Man At The Necessary Moment To Carry Out Some Great Deep, Which Is Why When This Unusual Combination Of Circumstance Does Occur, History At Once Records The Name Of The Chosen One And Recommends Him To The Admiration Of Posterity.

In Love, Writing Is Dangerous, Not To Mention Pointless.

Nothing Makes Time Pass Or Shortens The Way Like A Thought That Absorbs In Itself All The Faculties Of The One Who Is Thinking. External Existence Is Then Like A Sleep Of Which This Thought Is The Dream. Under Its Influence, Time Has No More Measure, Space Has No More Distance.

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.

So Rapid Is The Flight Of Our Dreams Upon The Wings Of Imagination.