That for which we find words is something already dead in our hearts

“In some remote corner of the universe, poured out and glittering in innumerable…”

“When man does not have firm, calm lines on the horizon of his life- mountain an…”

“Thus I spoke, and always more softly, for I was afraid of my thoughts, and of t…”

“Every habit makes our hand more witty, and out wit more handy.”