Where There Are Two People, There Is

I Have Never Fought In Such A Way As To Say: I Am The True Christian, Others Are Not Christians.

It Is Modest Of The Nightingale Not To Require Anyone To Listen To It; But It Is Also Proud Of The Nightingale Not To Care Whether Any One Listens To It Or Not.

People Understand Me So Poorly That They Don't Even Understand My Complaint About Them Not Understanding Me.

On The Secretly Blushing Cheek Is Reflected The Glow Of The Heart

Don't You Know That A Midnight Hour Comes When Everyone Has To Take Off His Mask? Do You Think Life Always Lets Itself Be Trifled With? Do You Think You Can Sneak Off A Little Before Midnight To Escape This?