How Hard It Is, How

[paris] Is Dirty. It Has Pigeons And Black Yards. The People Have White Skin.

There Is No Love Of Life Without Despair Of Life.

... Habit Starts At The Second Crime. At The First One, Something Is Ending.

Whereas The Greeks Gave To Will The Boundaries Of Reason, We Have Come To Put The Will's Impulse In The Very Center Of Reason, Which Has, As A Result, Become Deadly.

There Is Always A Philosophy For Lack Of Courage.