The inspired scribbler always has the gift for gossip in our common us >>
How frail and ephemeral is the material substance of letters, which ma >>
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The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the >>
Every thought derives from a thwarted sensation. >>
It is the awareness of unfulfilled desires which gives a nation the fe >>
The torment of human frustration, whatever its immediate cause, is the knowledge that the self is in prison, its vital force and mangled mind leaking away in lonely, wasteful self-conflict.