Behind Every Fortune There Is A Crime.

Vocations Which We Wanted To Pursue, But Didn't, Bleed, Like Colors, On The Whole Of Our Existence.

I Am A Galley Slave To Pen And Ink.

Lofty Souls Are Always Inclined To Make A Virtue Of Misfortune.

The Impossible Is Justified By The Fact That It Occurred

Today Nobility Is Gone: There Is Only A Peerage.