Sincerity is not a spontaneous flower nor is modesty either. >>
Voluptuaries, consumed by their senses, always begin by flinging thems >>
Is suffering so very serious? I have come to doubt it. It may be quite >>
It is not something I must do but something I want to do >>
To every man there openeth A way, and ways, and a way. And the high so >>
It is enough that we set out to mold the motley stuff of life into som >>
On this narrow planet, we have only the choice between two unknown worlds. One of them tempts us --ah! what a dream, to live in that! --the other stifles us at the first breath.