Despair, feeding, as it always does, on phantasmagoria, is imperturbab >>
Throughout the centuries, man has considered himself beautiful. I rath >>
It is a power stronger than will. Could a stone escape from the laws o >>
Sorrow is easy to express and so hard to tell. >>
Sorrow is a kind of rust of the soul, which every new idea contributes >>
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole co >>
Melancholy and sadness are the start of doubt... doubt is the beginning of despair; despair is the cruel beginning of the differing degrees of wickedness.