It Is With Noble Sentiments That Bad

Oh, Would That My Mind Could Let Fall Its Dead Ideas, As The Tree Does Its Withered Leaves! And Without Too Many Regrets, If Possible! Those From Which The Sap Has Withdrawn. But, Good Lord, What Beautiful Colors!

Each Of Us Really Understands In Others Only Those Feelings He Is Capable Of Producing Himself.

The Nationalist Has A Broad Hatred And A Narrow Love.

Though A Revolution May Call Itself "national," It Always Marks The Victory Of A Single Party.

Often With Good Sentiments We Produce Bad Literature.