It Is Not The Tree That Forsakes

You Scholars, You're In Communication With The Devil.

I Came To Paris With Four écus In My Pocket, And I’d Have Fought With Anybody Who Told Me I Was In No Condition To Buy The Louvre.

(...) The Tree Forsakes Not The Flower: The Flower Falls From The Tree.

Yet Man Will Never Be Perfect Until He Learns To Create And Destroy; He Does Know How To Destroy, And That Is Half The Battle.

What A Fool I Was, Not To Tear My Heart Out On The Day When I Resolved To Revenge Myself!