With a kiss let us set out for an unknown world.
Memory is what makes us young or old.
The return makes one love the farewell.
Few persons enjoy real liberty; we are all slaves to ideas or habits.
The fumes of wine fermented in my head; it was one of those moments of intoxication when all that ones sees and hears, speaks to one of the adored.... One would willingly embrace all who smile, and one feels that he is brother of all who live.
Is is true that dictators never dream because they can change their smallest fantasies into realities if they want to?