When all was said, his fate, however ugly it might prove to be, was in his own hands; he was its master.

“Il dort. Quoique le sort fût pour lui bien étrange,Il vivait. Il mourut quand i…”

“Spira, spera.(breathe, hope)”

“To err is human. To loaf is Parisian.”

“Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure. To replace tho…”