You behold a range of exhausted volcanoes. Not a flame flickers on a single pallid crest.
I have begun several times many things, and I have often succeeded at last.
I must follow the people. Am I not their leader?
I never deny. I never contradict. I sometimes forget.
How fair is a garden amid the toils and passions of existence.
If a man be gloomy let him keep to himself. No one has the right to go croaking about society, or what is worse, looking as if he stifled grief.