Those Who Have Never Been

The Loveliest Creations Of Men Are Persistently Painful. What Would Be The Description Of Happiness? Nothing, Except What Prepares And Then What Destroys It.

The Reasons That Drive Me To Write Are Many And The Most Important Are The Most Secret, I Think. Perhaps Most Of All This: To Put Something Out Of Death's Reach.

Please Do Not Understand Me Too Quickly.

True Eloquence Forgoes Eloquence.

Work And Struggle And Never Accept An Evil That You Can Change.