One Does Not Always Do The Best

God, Grant Us Our Desires, And Grant Them Quickly.

You Philosophers Are Lucky Men. You Write On Paper And Paper Is Patient. Unfortunate Empress That I Am, I Write On The Susceptible Skins Of Living Beings.

You Were In A Mood To Quarrel. Please Inform Me Once The Inclination Passes.

A Great Wind Is Blowing, And That Gives You Either Imagination Or A Headache.

Nothing Is More Difficult, In My Opinion, Than To Avoid Something That Fundamentally Attracts You.