Carve as we will the mysterious block of which our life is made, the black vein of destiny constantly reappears in it.

“إن الإرادة الطيبة لا تضيف بصلة واحدة إلى الحساء، وهى لا تصلح إلا للذهاب إلى الج…”

“She had had sweet dreams, which possibly arose from the fact that her little be…”

“The delight we inspire in others has this enchanting peculiarity that, far from…”

“On ne se connaît pas tant qu'on n'a pas bu ensemble.”