When I was quite a boy I had a spasm of religion which lasted six weeks... But I never since have swallowed the Christian fable.
Published memoirs indicate the end of a man's activity, and that he acknowledges the end.
The future not being born, my friend, we will abstain from baptizing it.
The most dire disaster in love is the death of imagination.
We are betrayed by what is false within
She whom I love is hard to catch and conquer, Hard, but O the glory of the winning were she won!