In The Interchange Of Thought

Without Duty, Life Is Soft And Boneless.

The Mind Is The Atmosphere Of The Soul.

He Who Has Not The Weakness Of Friendship Has Not The Strength.

Tormented By The Cursed Ambition Always To Put A Whole Book In A Page, A Whole Page In A Sentence, And This Sentence In A Word. I Am Speaking Of Myself.

Combien De Gens Se Font Abstraits Pour Para?tre Profonds! La Plupart Des Termes Abstraits Sont Des Ombres Qui Cachent Des Vides. How Many People Become Abstract In Order To Appear Profound! Most Abstract Terms Are Shadows That Conceal A Void.