The plague of gold strikes far and near.
It is difficult to get rid of people when you once have given them too much pleasure.
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
All actual heroes are essential men, And all men possible heroes.
Like to write? Of course, of course I do. I seem to live while I write - it is life, for me.
This race is never grateful: from the first, One fills their cup at supper with pure wine, Which back they give at cross-time on a sponge, In bitter vinegar.