Joy, temperance, and repose, slam the door on the doctor's nose. >>
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead >>
The secret anniversaries of the heart. >>
Death is the cure for all diseases. >>
Oh you who have been removed from God in his solitude by the abyss of >>
Men are never really willing to die except for the sake of freedom: th >>
The course of my long life hath reached at last in fragile bark over a tempestuous sea the common harbor, where must rendered be account for all the actions of the past.