If they are ignorant, they are despised, if learned, mocked. In love t >>
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately an >>
One approaches the journey's end. But the end is a goal, not a catastr >>
There is no gilding of setting sun or glamour of poetry to light up th >>
It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleav >>
I see upon their noble brows the seal of the Lord, for they were born >>
It is sad, no doubt, to exhaust one's strength and one's days in cleaving the bosom of this jealous earth, which compels us to wring from it the treasures of its fertility, when a bit of the blackest and coarsest bread is, at the end of the day's work, the sole recompense and the sole profit attaching to so arduous a toil.