Life Deserves Laughter, Hence People

In The Presence Of The Storm, Thunderbolts, Hurricane, Rain, Darkness, And The Lions, Which Might Be Concealed But A Few Paces Away, He Felt Disarmed And Helpless.

It Is An Altogether Wrong Idea That The Modern Product Of Civilization Is Less Susceptible To Love. I Sometimes Think It Is The Other Way.

In The Meantime The Groans Changed Into The Protracted, Thunderous Roar By Which All Living Creatures Are Struck With Terror, And The Nerves Of People, Who Do Not Know What Fear Is, Shake, Just As The Window-panes Rattle From Distant Cannonading.

A Man Who Leaves Memoirs, Whether Well Or Badly Written, Provided They Be Sincere, Renders A Service To Future Psychologists And Writers, Giving Them Not Only A Faithful Picture, But Likewise Human Documents That May Be Relied Upon.

I Consider That In Dialectics I Am The Equal Of Socrates. As To Women, I Agree That Each Has Three Or Four Souls, But None Of Them A Reasoning One.