All the spring may be hidden in the single bud, and the low ground nest of the lark may hold the joy that is to herald the feet of many rose-red dawns.

“For life is terribly deficient in form. Its catastrophes happen in the wrong wa…”

“The terror of society, which is the basis of morals, the terror of God, which i…”

“The gods have been good to you. But what the gods give they quickly take away. …”

“Les femmes nous aiment pour nos défauts. Si nous en avons une somme convenable,…”