The Cult Of Art Gives Pride; One

(egypt) Is A Great Place For Contrasts: Splendid Things Gleam In The Dust.

A Rich Woman Seems To Have All Her Banknotes About Her, Guarding Her Virtue, Like A Cuirass, In The Lining Of Her Corset.

But The Most Wretched Thing, Is It Not-is To Drag Out, As I Do, A Useless Existence. If Our Pains Were Only Of Some Use To Someone, We Should Find Consolation In The Thought Of The Sacrifice.

The Deplorable Mania Of Doubt Exhausts Me. I Doubt About Everything, Even My Doubts.

They Took Each Other's Advice, Opened One Book, Went Over To Another, Then Did Not Know What To Decide When Opinions Diverged So Widely.